First off, let me check something off on my "life-lessons" list: Life lesson # 483 Do not wait 5+ months to write down the details of an important trip.
{You're probably rolling your eyes right now, because this seems so obvious. I know. But sometimes I just have to learn things the hard way...}
I have been kicking myself for waiting so long on this. It has been difficult to recall the details. However, Winter and Spring Terms effectively kicked my butt - at least until I dropped 5 credits in the middle of Spring {and still had full-time credits...}.
So, I would like to apologize for giving a less-detailed account of the trip than I would have been able to give shortly after returning home. I hope you still enjoy hearing about what has stuck with me this long.
So far I have shared some reflections as well as the details of our travel and the first day in Camp California {Brazil 2011 - the first attempt}. The next day we woke up before the kids and had a quick devotional meeting with our team. After three nights of little to no sleep, there were a lot of sleepy eyes in the room.
We then headed down the hill to meet the Brazilians for breakfast.
We were a littler earlier than them, so we waited :]
And had some strong Brazilian coffee as people slowly joined us.
We ate a delicious breakfast - eggs, bacon, and bread rolls, if I remember correctly - and then moved to a large covered area to have a skit, some worship, and some discussion time. The discussion was really fun and interesting as each American was put into a group of Brazilians, with at least one person who spoke English and Portuguese. It was great to sit down and talk to these girls, and actually have most of what was said be translated! They answered the questions we asked them about the skit, and then they were really curious about my life. A few girls really wanted to hear my testimony. I did not think I was that interesting, and I'm not usually asked to share my testimony on the spot like that. It was a bit of a challenge, but it was really fun to share, to talk with them about it, and I think it was really awesome to be able to share some of my struggles with them - so that they know even Americans {who they often idealize} aren't perfect. Also, it was interesting to see some of Deyze's {my translator} reactions to pieces of my story, before she got around to translating them. It of course made the girls more curious when they saw her laugh, or even gasp, but didn't understand yet what I had said.
| After one of our discussion times - Deyze, who translated for me, is on the left. |
I wont tell the whole story because it's quite long, but one of my friends shared an incredibly powerful testimony that really hit home for a lot of these teenagers. God was definitely there and a lot of girls sought prayer for some of their own hurts after hearing her story. AND that same friend just landed in Brazil a few days ago, where she is spending her summer with the ministry because of how much this trip impacted her. God is good.
The rest of the weekend flew by in a blur of little sleep, skits, free time, and a couple of amazing testimonies (like the one above). We played soccer, or rather, a lot of people played soccer while I took pictures, sat in the sun, and played with some of the younger children that were there. One of the kids was having SO much fun using my camera to take pictures of the soccer games, that I just couldn't bring myself to take it back. So, there are a lot of soccer pictures, and unfortunately few pictures of me hanging out with some of the kiddos and being introduced to some weird new berries to eat. We did yoga on the lawn before all the Brazilians were up. We ate delicious Brazilian beans, rice, and salad. We had a huge dance party one night and danced by the pool during the day {and Brazilians are darn good dancers! They have a specific dance for most songs [like how we have the Macerena]}. We rolled down grass hills and explored the gorgeous tropical campground. We sat around cabins and talked. We attempted to read a Portuguese Bible and smiled while the Brazilians laughed at us {in particular our inability to make the ão sound}.
| The Americans are looking tired... |
| Giovanna being silly. She is the one who introduced me to some fun new berries. |
| Team photo! |
And then it was time for us to pack up and head into the city...

