Whoa baby!!!

Right now...right this second...my sister is in labor with my nephew in Germany!!! AAAhhhhh...I'm so excited and nervous and helpless!! Even though I'm the only person in my family to live in the same CONTINENT as her, I can do nothing more than wait for updates!!

She was/is more than 40 weeks pregnant, and her water broke at 2:30am (western European time). It's now 12 hours later, and she is only 4 1/2 cm dialated. Last update (30 min ago) was that she had an epideral and is trying to sleep.

I didn't expect to be this anxious! I'm about to be an aunt! Aunty Amber. Sounds good, right???

The dreaded question

Happy belated Turkey Day, everyone! I've officially gotten past my first holiday away from home. It was weird, I tell ya! One of my students had to REMIND me to call my family on Thanksgiving. I simply forgot about it! It was just another Thursday of just another week. But I hope all of your Thanksgivings were relaxing and very memorable! The only "exciting" thing that happened on that day was that my mom found out I'm coming home for Christmas!! So I guess I can post about it now. The secret is out!!

Ever since September 30, me and my brother have been working on getting me home for a surprise visit at Christmas. And 3 weeks before I'm scheduled to fly in....the secret's out! And at the fault of no one, really! My mom happened to be looking at one of my brother's websites, which just HAPPENED to have a note from a friend saying "Hey Josh! Your sister told me she was flying in on the 20th...". Ouch. The funnier part, though, is that she wanted to turn the surprise around on me and show up at the airport without me knowing she knew!! Ha! Unfortunately for her, I'm flying in on a Wednesday night, and it just wouldn't be convenient for a preacher and his wife not to show up at church that night!! Haha...oh well...

So I'll be spending two weeks in a new city in North Carolina, simply because I love my family. Awwwww.

Speaking of Christmas...there is a particular part of the season that just drives me crazy! And we're ALL familiar with it...we've all asked it...we've all had to answer it. It's the dreaded question that most people try to get away with answering "Nothing!!" or, better yet "Anything will be fine!". Yes...it's THAT question. "What do you want for Christmas?". You begin attempting to answer that question from Thanksgiving on (if not before!). And the problem is not necessarily in the question...but in the answer. For if you tell what you TRULY want...there's no way you're actually going to get it! And if you don't say anything at all...then you're bound to get something you will have to smile politely about, and then never use again. Or sometimes the problem might be that you don't know whether to tell multiple people you want the same thing (in hopes of actually getting it from one of them!), or tell only one person a specific thing you want, with the underlying knowledge that you might not to get it at all. It's a complicated process, really!! After the age of approximately 15/16, it becomes increasingly difficult to not only answer that question, but get answers from people when you ask that question!! I wish each individual that asked that question had a clear budget written across their head, so you understand the limitations of what you can tell them you want. *sigh* I love the holidays.

And by the way...before you even ask...I want puzzlebooks for Christmas. English variety puzzlebooks!! Can't have too many of those, can you?? :)

What you might not have known...

The past few months have been a crazy ride of blessings and uncertainty. And I haven't posted the uncertainties as much, so that you may be able to see all the blessings I've been given here! But now that the storm is past, allow me to fill you in on some of the challenges I have been facing...but have since worked out for the better!

In August, I was hit with a terrible case of culture shock!! This isn't talked about very much, but is such a huge part of living in another country. And I never thought I would go through it! I felt lonely and out of place...wondering how I was possibly going to get through another 9 months by myself. Unfortunately, the church members saw my difficulty, and asked me to decide in two weeks whether I wanted to stay or not. I think I called my parents more in those two weeks than I have the rest of the time I've been here! And at the time, only God could understand why I chose to stay. But now I'm glad I did!

Then in August, I began my au pair work. Long story made short, it wasn't working out for either of us. She felt uncomfortable with my muscle weakness, and I felt uncomfortable because she felt uncomfortable. So after a long, open talk...we decided that I should find another option. However, that presented a problem legally. My residence permit was specifically for au pair work for this particular family, and as far as I knew, I would have to go home if I didn't work for them. So the church was informed, and the men immediately began to look for another way for me to stay. For a couple weeks, I truly believed I was going to have to go home...and this time, I didn't want to! 7...I repeat...SEVEN people walk into the church off the streets during that time and signed up for English Bible studies with me. It was incredible! I couldn't go home now! It was a sign from God!

So last week, the men met at the building while I occupied my time in the kitchen, nervously waiting for the decision. After they were done, one of the men came and sat me down (which scared me!) and told me that one of the men had found a way for me to stay. Yay!! He said that the only reason they worked so hard at finding a solution was that they really appreciated the work I was doing and they have seen me grow a lot while I've been here. Who would have thought??? So now I am able to stay until the first of April. It's a month shorter than was planned originally...but every extra day is a blessing!

The months are just flying by now, and I always seem to have things to do! My main focus is still the Bible lessons and planning church activities (which have gone SO well!), but I'm still teaching Bible class, writing the weekly church newsletter, painting murals, spending outside time with my students and fellow Christians, and now I go two days a week to help a man in a wheelchair. And I quite enjoy that. So if my updates are further between...forgive me! I'm still learning how to become a well-balanced woman. But I'm learning! I don't think God will let me leave this country until I do! :)

Mormons

At the beginning of September, one of the younger adults from church called me and told me that she had been approached by mormons, and that she let them come into her room and begin sharing their message. But having 3 mormons against one is rather difficult, so she asked if I would be willing to join her for their next meeting. I was so excited! I had never encountered a meeting with mormons before, only heard about them, and I was sure I could back them into a corner with the things they believe! So I did my homework, read about certain questions I should ask, and what I should expect, and I was off!!

That particular day, only one of the mormon missionaries was there with their "high priest". Both were extremely nice, complimentary, and soft-spoken. Nothing like I had expected! I told them I had a few questions to ask, and he told me to go right ahead! I just kept thinking "buddy...you're gonna regret you ever came in contact with me!".

So question by question, I listened as he began to explain things that I hadn't intended on hearing! My plan was shot! From the way he was talking, we should have been going to the same church! But knowing there was more than that, and now having my pride shot down...we made another appointment with them. The next time they came, I met all three...an American, a British, and a Canadian...all 20 years old. Each time they came, they would say things like "we're not here to argue", and "we believe the exact same thing you do...and a bit more". Their words were enticing, they presented themselves in such a calm and appropriate manner, you would never think these were 20 year olds talking to you!! They invited Sheritha and I to one of their baptisms, which we went to...and then we invited them to one of ours...which they came to. After that, the discussion turned more towards what was different between our churches, than what was the same (which they kept claiming!). I continued to enjoy their company, as they are very nice guys...but every time they came, they would just say something that "irked" me to the bone! Now, two months and too many meetings later, I feel we are at a dead end. They have presented their message to me in whole, and I have explained to them my belief, as well. I love them dearly as people, but as mormons, they frustrate me to no end! It kills me to see people (55,000 missionaries!) so dedicated to the work of a mere man...and not of God! My friend Sheritha and I have spent so much time and energy attempting to get them to see the faults of Joseph Smith, but they are so sucked into the idea of a modern day prophet, nothing else matters!

At this point, I am drained. They come twice a week to talk to me, and although I desire to show them the truth, I know that it's not my full burden to carry...I've done all I can do. So now I'm considering cutting it off with them on Tuesday. What do you think?

Flip-Flop Strike!

Sit down, take a deep breath, and continue reading.

I am no longer wearing flip-flops. This may come as a shock to those of you who have spent the past 2-3 years living or working with me. Flip-flops were my life. Black, brown, redc, pink, blue...one for every occasion. Going to the gym, going to a banquet...it didn't matter! Flip-flops were the universal shoe. Quick, convenient, and for the most part...comfortable.

But within the past month or so, they've been wearing a little thin. And for some crazy, unknown reason...the Europeans just don't find flip-flops fashionable! Crazy, I know! People here look at feet like it's a political statement. And from the questions I have gotten....I'm guessing my flip-flops say "I voted for Bush"!

So friends, family...let if be known the my flip-flops are goners. I have fallen in love. With boots, that is! One of my overly generous friends in Holland invested in a pair of boots she saw me eyeing one day while out in the center. I was shocked...thrilled...and scared! How was I ever going to manage to walk in a CLOSED shoe with heels? My knees are scarred enough as it is! But now my feet are happier...not to mention warmer....than ever before!

And I haven't fallen once!!

Singles' Retreat '06 - Chemnitz, Germany

What a most fabulous weekend I had!! I just spent this past weekend at a single's retreat in Germany. I was lucky enough to get a ride from another single in the congregation, saving me from taking a 5 hour train ride! It was the best weekend ever!! There were a few singles at my church that wouldn't go, fearing there would be too much pressure on having to find "the one"...but c'mon! Really, it's just an excuse to get away from all those mushy married people. :)

We got in late, late Friday night due to some heavy rain, so I didn't really get to meet anyone until Saturday morning. The weekend consisted of 40 people from 7 different countries, ranging in ages from 18 to 52. It was such a great variety! The weekend was in English (just in case this information wasn't automatic after the "7 different countries" line) and the lessons were absolutely fabulous! The theme was "What Makes me Significant?", as we talked about the world's perspective on significance vs. God's perspective on significance. Fantastic lessons given by Brady Smith, an American missionary who has worked and lived in Switzerland for 22 years (and yes, Jessica...I asked him about you!). The place we stayed at was in the mountains away from all city life...bluer skies and greener grass than I've seen since I've been here! It was beautiful!!

Foosball was the hit of the weekend...and I had a hilarious time playing with Reynard and Nathaniel (to the left)...roommates from Brussels. I first approached Rey because he was wearing an OC t-shirt. Come to find out, he had been to OC the year before to check it out as a perspective student. Craziness! To the left is me overjoyed at scoring a point against Rey. He was trying to object to the picture being taken at this joyous time in my life...but Jordan was smart enough to take it anyway!

Anyway...I was amazed at how many Americans were there! I met a guy named Todd from Washington, DC...who was training for his job in Germany for 6 months...a girl named Princess who is studying in Roterrdam, Holland (who I will be visiting in November!)...another girl named Brielle who had taken a job teaching English in Germany, and a guy named J.R. who had only been in the country for 3 days, preparing to teach at a university for the first time in Germany, as well. It was a great encouragement to be able to hear everyone's story and talk to them about similar distresses and hurdles to overcome. The weekend was just so well planned-out and organized, that there was a perfect balance between "I HAVE to get to know other people" and "Here's some time to spend talking to whoever you want"! They have this single's retreat twice a year, and I am ever-so excited about going to the next one in April! Yay for church retreats!

My Babies!

Things have gotten busy!! And I'm loving it! I began my au pair work last week. I am now going 3 days to week to help with the housework and give Vero some extra time to herself. I'm still trying to learn how she does certain things, and working on getting Veerle more comfortable with me...but it's AWFUL nice to get out of this church building every once in a while. And the public bus has since become my best friend. Not as scary and frightening as I once thought! Still not as convenient as a car...but faster than walking, and much cheaper than a taxi!! Anyway, I thought I would introduce you to my babies! Posted to the left is 6-week old Neo. And yes, he is named after the Neo on the Matrix. They've gotten some interesting comments on his name...no doubt! He will smile at you constantly 30 minutes after he's eaten (approximately when this picture was taken!) and tends to be a very happy baby, in general. Isn't he a cutie? And posted to the right is 1 1/2 year old Veerle...who is the sweetest and most obedient 1 year old I've ever met! However, she wouldn't stand still long enough for me to get a good picture...hopefully I'll get a better one of her and post it. She has her own vocabulary...and once you know which word means what...it's just as normal as though she were actually speaking a language! She is, in fact, a bilingual child...so in case you were wondering, I am able to speak to her so that she understands. She can absolutely melt your heart with the word "huggle". When she says this, she is usually right in front of you with her arms up in the air. "Huggle" means "I want a hug", "I want to sit in your lap", or "I need attention because mommy is holding Neo." It's so cute! "Ba" means "I need to go potty", "ghana" means "What is that?", "dry" means "turn", "ugh" means "up", "down" or "help". And the rest, she can sign for! She's a pretty amazing child...I'm enjoying spending time with her a lot!

And let's not forget the newest member of my family, Scarlet Joanna Smith-Farray!! Two weeks ago, I adopted (with another girl) a Nederland's Dwarf Rabbit. She's great! She fluffy, cute, and likes to cuddle! As you can see in the picture, she'll just lay in your arms, content to be held. This is her "other mother", Sheritha, who has "joint-custody" and will be keeping her after I leave. We were so excited the day we got her, that we forgot to ask how old she was. So I've still got to run back over to that pet store and find out! She's really good about Sheritha cutting her nails, and hasn't ever bitten us before. Overall, we're really happy with her!! She definitely keeps me company on the rainy days when I'm stuck inside!

And last night, I had the pleasure of witnessing a baptism for the first time since I've been here! A man named Frans, well into his 50's and raised Catholic, decided after two years of studying with a member of the church, that it was time to commit his life to God. So at 9:00 at night, approximately 20 members drove to the closest river, and watched as Remco asked for his confession of faith and baptized him. It was so dark, the only light we had was from the few flashlights people brought with them! But it was a wonderful experience. We...well...THEY...were blessed with relatively warm weather, and said the river wasn't too cold. So that was good. Afterwards, we all came back to drink tea and eat some snacks. It was a fantastic night!

This weekend, I have a day planned for children, ages 3-10. The theme is "Through the Eyes of David". It's kind of like VBS...except in 4 hours on one day! We'll start out with the story, a skit, and songs...then divide into 3 groups, where they will create a shield of truth, a belt of faith, and be able to "measure up" against a real-life size Goliath before throwing paper rocks at his head. Then for snack, we're going to have 6-foot roll-ups (creative, isn't it?) and award them with a "Certificate of Armor". I'm excited about it...but have an absolute TON of stuff to get done tomorrow in preparation. Anyway want to help me cut out 30 cardboard shields of truth?

My works of art!

Okay...so as most of you know...I'm not an artist. Not when it comes to writing, not when it comes to drawing, and definitely not when it comes to painting. The closest I've ever gotten to art is slapping a flyswatter with paint on it on a piece of paper hung up on a fence (and it's tons of fun, too!). Thank goodness my passion is with children, and not anything that involves serious contemplation. :)

Anyway...one of the projects the church gave me to work on this summer was to paint a mural on each of the classroom walls. The idea made me laugh. Apparently these people did not know what they were about to get themselves into. Despite my inability to create even a drawing of a human look-a-like, I began brainstorming appropriate scenes out of the bible for each age group. We (Mellisa and I) decided on Noah's Ark for the 4-6 year olds (which Mellisa did), a scene of the shepherd's looking up at an angel in the 7-10 year old room, and a scene of Jesus being baptized in the 12 year old classroom. And so we began.

Now, 2 months and 3 murals later, the church has asked me to do another mural on the kitchen wall. This work is currently in progress...and will be shown later. I thought I would go ahead and show you the two I have done myself at this point. I'm pretty happy with the results...and surprised, as well!! This first one is my absolute favorite...the mural in the 4-6 year old room. The one one the left is the mural in its entirety, and the one on the right is just more of a close-up of it. I had difficulty figuring out how to paint the angel (my selection of paint was limited)...but it turned out better than I expected. The sheep are my favorite, though. They make shepherding look like fun!!

And the second one I did will not upload on here!!! In general, I like it...I just prefer more simplified paintings like the one above. This mural is in the 12-year old room and represents the Holy Spirit descending down on Jesus in the form of a dove after His baptism. I will keep trying to add the pictures to the blog...but I will also add them to my shutterfly account under "church family and activities". And here's a test. Check out the picture of Jesus being baptized and find what's wrong in the picture. I made a relatively funny mistake and am curious how obvious it is!!! Just go to www.travelingwoodenshoes.shutterfly.com and check it out!

Aside from all this, my sister Charity and her husband John came to visit me a week and a half ago! I was so excited! They only got to stay for the weekend, but it was great getting to see her pregnant, feel the baby...I mean, "Eric", kick...and see John after almost a year and a half!! They got here on Friday, and we spent the night touring the city of Eindhoven. Then we left early (for me!) on Saturday to drive to Amsterdam. I have also added an album of pictures from that day, as well. Thankfully, the two days they were here, we were blessed with warm weather. And the second they decided to leave, it started raining! But we were glad to do our touring without the burden of carrying umbrellas around all day!

Since then, I've had to start teaching myself Dutch (taking a class didn't work out), the number of readers has picked up (I got 3 new ones last week!) and I should begin my au pairing sometime next week. Things are getting much busier!! But so far, so good. I've been organizing a "Newcomer's Dinner" for this Friday night...and I'm pretty excitement about the people who have committed to coming. I think it will be a great time of fellowship together. And options already seem to be opening up for me for when I return. So I've relieved at that, as well. The less stress, the better!!!

Well...that's it for now. And how are you?

Funny things!

One day, I was having sandwiches with Harro. I was getting tea ready, while he was fixing the sandwiches. When I told him I wanted a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, he said "together??". I laughed, said yes...and watched as he continued to put BUTTER on both slices of bread. Unbeknownst to me, it is overly common to use butter instead of any condiments on your sandwich. So before I knew it, I had a butter, peanut butter, and jelly sandwich. It wasn't too bad...surprisingly! I've had stranger combinations! A lady close to the church made dinner one night, and decided to bring me some. After she left, I opened the foil to see chicken, potatoes, and green beans wrapped in a tortilla. Interesting stuff! And the stores sell Lay's ketchup chips. Sounds gross, but they are my absolute favorite!! Thankfully, the store I shop at stopped selling them, so I'm not tempted to buy them every time I go out.

There's a few other things I have noticed in the past several days as well. First, and most importantly, they don't sell my shoe size here! Yes, I know I have big feet (size 10)...but in average shoe stores, the sizes only go up to 42 (size 9). It's crazy!

I also found out that the Dutch use the same word for "teach" as they do "learn". So when translating into English, they figure we use one word as well. It is very common to hear "The students continued to learn as the teacher learned them." Same thing for barn and shed. The Dutch use one word for both! My reader today asked "Doesn't your neighbor have a barn to put his motorcycle in?". Haha...

On a more serious note...I'm going to have a nephew! The unfortunate side is that my wonderful sister and brother-in-law are going to name him Eric. Not my favorite name, as you all well know. I even tried to bargain with them about the spelling. But no budging...they've had his name picked out for a long time. Oh well...I'm more excited about being an aunt! Melissa understands, don't you??? And happy birthday to you!!

Hope everyone is well!!

Dutch English terms

I was having tea with my neighbor, Harro, last night...as we were catching up on the past month that he's been gone. While we were talking, I realized that when I return to the states, my newfound English is going to be difficult to turn back into "American English". Just to give you an idea of what I'm talking about...here are a few of the changes in my English vocabulary. The first is what I say now...the latter is what most Americans would understand.

"mobile" - cell phone
"SMS" - text message
"holiday" - vacation
"chips" - fries
"lift" - elevator
"tea" - hot tea
"iced tea" - cold tea
"auto" - car
"ice" - ice cream
"towel" - a cloth, a paper towel, a napkin...anything you use to wipe with
"toilet" - bathroom
"WC" - bathroom
"drop" - licorice (although they claim it's a SPECIFIC type of licorice...but its not!) :)

That's all I can think of for now....but I'll add more later, if I remember!

I had the funniest experience this past week. I called my friend Kristina, who is in Australia doing the HIM program, and her Australian friend was with her. He got on the phone, although I didn't know it, and threw a comment in at some point. Kristina said "Did you hear what Graham said?" I said..."I heard him, but I didn't understand him" (I thought he was talking in the background). Later, he said something else. Again, she asked me if I understood. It was then that I realized he was on the phone, as well....so I began addressing him. However, the intelligent conversation I had intended to have with him never got past "Tell me about yourself"...due to the fact that I COULD NOT UNDERSTAND HIM. I was speaking English. He was speaking English. But for the life of me, I could not comprehend his words. Kristina began laughing, as she translated his English to my English. How horrible! I had no idea that it would be that difficult to understand an Australian talk. Now I know how the Dutch feel when they hear me talk (as opposed to a British English person...who they are used to). It's crazy!!!

Updates...on everyone!

Well, well....almost forgot I had this thing. :)

The past few weeks I have been in Brussels for the Pan European Lectureship (find pictures added to my shutterfly!) and at bible camp (I didn't find much to take pictures of there!). The PEL was fantastic...couldn't have been better!! I met the most amazing people from all over the states, and many missionaries from all over Europe. We stayed in a 5-star hotel in the middle of the city, with an unbelievable breakfast each morning, and an all-day tour of Brugge (spelling?) at the end of the week. My roommate was an 18-year old from Texas, named Rachel. Her and I hit it off right away, and me, her, and her cousin Wil spent the entire week together, viewing the city or playing spades. As many old"er" people as there were at the lectureship, we enjoyed our free time together. There were amazing lessons all throughout the week, as well as reports from all the missionaries in attendance. It was a very uplifting week, and I made some life-long friends.

Then last week, I attended Family Bible Camp in some tiny village in Belgium. All I know is that it is next to a cool town called "Spa"! The week had its fun moments, although it was frustrating for me to sit through 3 hours of Bible lessons a day, that were all in Dutch. I wish I had been able to understand more than I was able to. I also had the "privilege" of sleeping in the cabin with the younger girls. There was one particular, vibrant, 8-year old that took advantage of the fact that her mom was in another building. I shouldn't have to elaborate on the amount of sleep I got during the week!! But the food was good, I met a lot of wonderful church members from other congregations in Holland, as well as Belgium. But I was definitely ready to sleep in the privacy of my room when I came back.

And while I was gone...my wonderful sister Charity moved to Germany to be with her husband. Or maybe before I left...but it's all the same to me. And she FINALLY has a doctor's appointment NEXT Thursday to find out the sex of the baby (or babies, I think!). Yay!! So exciting for us all!! And my dad received a job in Fayetteville, North Carolina, which they will be moving to this Friday. God has done so well in taking care of them over the past few months! Although I don't know what is up with my family all of sudden being associated with the army. I sure don't plan on marrying an army man! Anyway, my brother is back at Western Kentucky University. And at some point, he grew hair on his face. But nobody keeps me updated on these kinds of things!!! :)

So my entire family is in transition right now. Fun stuff. One in Kentucky, two in North Carolina, one in Holland, and one (two, including John...and more, including the baby(ies)) in Germany. We never dreamed we'd be in the places we are now!

And me...well...I have a big decision to make in the next two weeks. Neither decision is "right" or "wrong"....and there are advantages and disadvantages to both. So please pray that I am able to follow whatever God wants for me....cause I sure don't know what I want for myself at this point.

Thanks for reading all this....you guys are great. I love the comments!

And a big shout-out to my favorite boss, Judy Davis....who is in the middle of the madness referred to as the Hall Director/RA orientation. Pray for her, too...I know she'll need it! :)

And happy birthday Christina!! Didn't think I forgot about you, did you???

Mission Work

I know I have already posted 2 blogs for the day, but I found the following thoughts from a friend's website who has been doing missionary work in Germany for the past 2 years. As I read it, her thoughts are so parallel to mine...I thought I would share them with you...


“But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me.” -2 Corinthians 12:9

The mission field is more than you expect. More everything. No matter how many classes you take, books you read or people you talk to, things will be more in a sometimes overwhelming way. There are more people around. More foreign words that I don’t understand. More awkward social moments, more to keep clean in my apartment, more cheese to choose from in the grocery store—just more foreign things than familiar. No matter how much I assure myself it’s all under control, there’s always a little more than I can handle and I find myself feeling defeat. Not admitting it, no way! But something’s lurking under the surface, some sensitive, frustrated inkling that seems to spring up at the littlest thing.

Where is God in all of this?But somehow under the canopy of doubt I notice a smile from someone on the tram. A smile! Germans (and Dutch, both) aren’t known for their friendliness. And then by the grace of God, I notice more sun and blue sky today, drink more delicious tea, find more opportunities to sing out loud, marvel at more beautiful architecture, and see how a recent friend encourages me more than I ever thought. Aren’t I the one who is supposed to do the encouraging?And quietly and gently, never barging His way in, God speaks, not to my ears but straight to my heart. Regardless of how I feel, it is when I am weak that I am strong. More everything is on the way and I am powerless until I seek more of Him in me.

“Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift!” -2 Corinthians 9:15

Even though it's hard for me to admit, there are days when I feel defeated by my mission work. She says it all for me. So if you get a chance, or think about it, say a prayer for my time in Eindhoven...that it is all God wants it to be.

Taco Bell

Just for the record...another American girl in the church and I have decided that we want to start a Taco Bell in Europe. Europeans don't know what they're missing!! I don't think I'll ever be able to escape it!!

And just for you literal people...I'm joking. Mostly. :)

My top 10

I thought I would write the 10 things I love most about Holland...maybe Eindhoven, specifically. The small things that aren't so obvious to those who don't live here.

1) I love the shopping carts in Alberthein! You know how in the states, only the two front wheels rotate, while the back two wheels attempt to follow? Well here...all 4 wheels rotate...and don't need grease to make for a smooth ride... :)

2) I love how you don't have to pay for incoming calls on your cell phone. At this point in time in the states, some cell phone plans are now offering a plan that does not require you to pay for incoming calls. But you don't need a plan here! They don't feel the need to charge you for someone else's choice in talking to you!

3) I love that all the stores are closed on Sunday. While sometimes it can be a bit frustrating, it's nice to have Sunday off...from everything!! And not just Chic-fil-a, either!!

4) I love how you don't receive the bill at a restaurant until you ask for it. When you decide to go to a restaurant, there either is...or is not room. There's no waiting line. When you sit down to eat dinner at a restaurant...they expect you to stay until close!!

5) I love how the post office works!! Instead of standing in line, for up to an hour...you take a number, and can browse in the post office, while waiting!! Then you don't feel so claustrophic among those people beside you with 3 huge boxes, when all you want is 20 stamps...

6) I love the fresh bakery on every other corner. Such tasty treats!!

7) I love that you can cook rice in a bag!! Let's see if I can explain this. You buy a box of rice with two separate bags in it, put the bags in a pot of water...and let it cook for 10 minutes. No measuring rice...no measuring water....just put the bags in the pan, and put a timer on for 10 minutes! Genius!!!

8) I love that there are no $.01 coins! Everything rounds off to a factor of 5! Makes things so much easier...not to mention lighter! Don't have all those "pennies" to carry around and get rid of!!

9) I love that you can buy individual, half-liter bottles of ANY drink you would like in the grocery store. Not a 6-pack...not a 2-liter...you can buy just a single bottle (.5 liter) or 2 or 3 or 4!! It's very convenient for when you have company or just want a small little somethin'-somethin'! If you want a Dr. Pepper and he wants an ice tea...go for it!! Then you don't have to carry 2, 2-liters all the way home!! (and yes..i mean carry...by hand...walking back home..)

10) I love that flowers are SOOO gorgeous and extremely cheap here!! You can buy a bouquet of fresh sunflowers for 6,00 euro! And a dozen roses, of any color, for 5,00 to 7,00 euro. Amazing!! Can't get any better than that!!

So there you have it. And if you ignore the fact that half of my list consists of items related to eating...that'd be great. Love you guys!

Yes...I'm in!!!

I JUST received a phone call from my au pair mom, that I got a letter from the city council....awarding me my residence permit until May 11, 2007. How exciting!! I was so afraid that something would go wrong...but God worked it out! I'm glad to have that burden behind me, and now I feel like I really need to be here. You always have doubts and "what ifs"...but I think this year is going to be good for me.

On a side note, I added more pictures to my album on shutterfly....check them out!!

Finally...some pictures!!

Alright...I'm going to solve the problem the easy way! I have created a link where you can see all my pictures, without me having to write about each one! Yay!! If you go to this link... http://travelingwoodenshoes.shutterfly.com/action/ ...there are 5 albums at this point that you can look through...and even order from, if you want!! I will probably continue to add pictures to the Holland album...so check back every now and then to see what else I'm up to. It should be relatively self-explanatory...but if you have difficulty, then let me know. My favorite part is that once you click on an album and view the pictures, you can play them on a slideshow. Makes it so much easier than clicking on each individual picture!

As far as an update goes....I had a pretty rough weekend. I just felt attacked time and time again by people, things...life. I'm both horribly scared and excited about the growing I'm going to HAVE to do while I'm here. It's not the same as it is at home, in the states. And while I'm thankful for that...it gets hard sometimes. I have the opportunity to attend a week-long European lectureship in Brussels, as well as a week-long family camp...in two weeks. I am excited to be a part of these events. It will give me a change of pace.

Anyway...we attended one of the church member's birthday party tonight. he turned 40, so some of us Americans planned an "Over the Hill" gift. He didn't get it. Not at all. I think that was the best part!! We had some good barbeque, and I learned a new card game...which is always exciting for me. I'm going to have to write everything down that I learn, so I don't forget it all by the time I get back to the states.

Speaking of which...I don't know how I'm going to get everything back. I came with my suitcases over the weight limit, and I'm only gaining more while I'm here. I hate making the decision to leave something behind that will remind me of my experience here! Guess I won't have many clothes when I come back, then. Or maybe I can leave all my shoes behind again!!! Hahaha....

Going to heaven

Last week, a new reader, "John", and I were going through one of the lessons...John 14:1-9...and talking about how Jesus went to prepare a place for us in heaven.

Towards the end of the lesson, I said "How do you picture Jesus welcoming us into heaven? Do you think he will greet us with a hug?". John look bewildered that I would ask, and said assuredly, "No. No...I don't think so." Hearing this, I couldn't believe he didn't think Jesus would hug us!! I can't wait to get into heaven to see God and His Son, and be welcomed with open arms! What a wonderful thing that will be!! How sad it is to think that John doesn't believe Jesus will show affection towards us! My heart hurt for him...obviously not knowing how gentle and wonderful and loving Jesus is.

Keeping my surprise hidden, I asked "You don't think He'll hug you? Then what do you think He will do?". Without hesitation, he said "Jesus will pat us on the back" (as he made the hand motion to do so).

I suddenly realized my wrong assumption in his belief, and began laughing out loud. Now thinking differently, I said "You don't like people hugging you, do you?".

"No way!". My hurt for his misunderstanding of Jesus quickly diminished after that.

Excitement!

Alright...it's been an exciting day, and I wanted to share with all!

I got back a while ago from being at a driving class and taking a driving test. A military family just moved to the Netherlands not too long ago, and the wife needed to get her military driver's license. Although I'm obviously not in the military, I asked if I could come to the class just to learn and see how I would do on the test. She called and asked permission, and invited me to come along today! The class was 4 hours long, with the most hysterical english-speaking Dutchman ever!! He had the most random analogies to some of the rules of driving in the Netherlands. For example, the only two categories of moving people are "drivers" and "pedestrians". Drivers include anyone that is in charge of something. Whether it be a car, a moped, a bicycle....or a horse (if they are riding it, they are a driver...and if they are walking it, they are still a "driver"!!). However, to help get that point across...he explained to us that a person whose "horse has run off", and they are "looking" for it...but are not holding on to it...that is a pedestrian. Get it? And the idea of parking does not take time into consideration. You are "parked" if you are not loading and unloading (constantly, not taking a coffie break), or picking up/dropping someone off at the spot. If you have to wait for that person you are picking up, then it is considered "parking" (whether you are in the car or not, whether the engine is still on or not). So you must drive around until the person is ON the curb, ready to jump in as you drive by....otherwise you can get a ticket. Really.

It was a funny class...much more exciting than I had anticipated. Anyway...I passed the test....so I was rather happy about that.

And then, when I got back, I had a box waiting for me from my boss and co-workers back at OC. I was SOO excited! I had bargained for some peanut butter m&m's (as the Europeans have NO concept of chocolate and peanut butter together!)...but I hadn't bargained for all that I got! It was a true American box! Filled with boxes of macaroni & cheese, reese's peanut butter cups, fruit chews, a puzzle magazine, a reader's digest, 3 bags of peanut butter m&m's, and some orbit gum...it was awesome!! But nothing made me as happy as seeing mild, hot, and fire sauces from Taco Bell!!! :) I believe one of them must have filled a bag full...as I have enough for a year's worth of tacos! And not only that, but I was given tortillas and taco bell meat seasoning, as well. How stinkin' awesome is that?? Regardless to say, I was absolutely thrilled to receive some of the most missed, and cherished, American items!! Thanks you guys!!!

Life is good!

United 93

I received an email from one of my readers from last year, asking if Mellisa and I wanted to join him and Levent to see the movie United 93 after our lessons for the day. I hadn't heard much about it, and didn't have any argument in seeing it, so we agreed.

After 2 hours of watching actual footage, as well as reinactments of September 11, 2001, I could not speak. I did not realize, until I looked at Mellisa, that my heart was pounding so hard. She had been, and was, crying...while Pieter and Levent questioned our thoughts on the movie. As I watched people leaving the theater, I realized that Mellisa and I were more than likely the only two people to be so strongly affected by what had just been shown. To the others, it was a piece of American history. To us...it was a day never to be forgotten. A day of fear, panic, and pain. I remember where I was that day. It was the beginning of my third week of freshman year at OC. I walked into my room from class to find my roommate sitting on the bed with the TV on...crying. I didn't understand what I was seeing. In my class, my professor had received an urgent call about his daughter, and had dismissed us early. Come to find out, his daughter was living in New York.

I didn't cry then, and I didn't cry tonight. But my heart is so heavy. After leaving the theater, I didn't want to talk to anyone. I just wanted to think, and process everything I had just seen. Those men...those murderers...were doing it for God. They believed, with all their heart, that it was the right thing to do. I think that was the hardest thing for me to understand. How can anyone, in their right mind, think that something like that was what God wanted?? Maybe I haven't done my fair share of research on it...but I can't understand it. Not at all.

There's another movie coming out on September 21 (the date in Europe??) showing the events after the planes crashed into the World Trade Center. I haven't decided yet if I can handle the reality of what happened afterwards. It seems to be extremely focused on the families of those in the fire and police department that died. The preview I saw was heart-wrenching. I don't even know what to say about it. Any thoughts from you?

Good Grief!

Okay...so I've changed my mind. While I initially started this post to keep people informed on the "exciting" things in my life...it seems as though there aren't enough of those happening to keep my blog alive. So I've resorted to posting, much more frequently, my daily events and thoughts. I'm sure that's all very exciting for you to hear. :)

And the picture thing is frustrating! I don't know is wrong with this thing, but it will only let me post certain pictures. So I'm doing the best I can with its swinging moods! Anyway, allow me to blog about my "exciting" events of the past few weeks. After Daleena left, I had 2 weeks by myself before Mellisa was scheduled to come. Seems I didn't do much those two weeks, as I have no pictures to represent that time! Ha! Oh wait...except it was confirmed that my sister and her husband John are going to be stationed in Germany!! Yay!! I'm soooo excited about it, but no one else is....and they don't appreciate my joy....so I have to keep my mouth shut. Charity is now 17 weeks pregnant with her first child. I'll post a picture when I can...she is just so adorable!! :) :) John is already over here, and she will be joining him as soon as she receives her passport. Yay for foreign countries!!

So my second teammate, Mellisa, got here on June 20. That weekend, I had a scheduled bus tour of Eindhoven, since I have applied for residency, and I took Mellisa and one of my readers along. It was quite a long ride, but we got to see some highlights of the city that we wouldn't have gotten to see otherwise. Then Lucinda (Mellisa's aunt) picked us up and took us to a hot air balloon festival. I loved it for two reasons: I am DYING to go in one (and there was a drawing for a free ride!!) and they had the coolest balloons!! Wanna see?? Okay!! They started with the simple ones first, and saved the "cool" ones for last. Look at these!! A matching boy and girl...and then...the coolest of all...Van Gogh!! Look how huge he is!! This was definitely the hit of the night. Is my life exciting, or what??!! :)

Holland lost against Portugal that following Sunday, so it was a sad, sad day. Comparable to losing a pet...but worse. Friday, the 30th, there was a hootenanny held at the church. It was so fun! About 35 people showed up to eat hotdogs, sing silly songs, and talks for several hours! I have a wonderful family in Eindhoven. I love them tons!!

Then Sunday, it was Finn's birthday. He turned a big 5 years old! His parents invited a few families from the church over for a barbeque and "party". The adults ended up having a water fight, due to the boiling hot weather!! Mellisa, Nadine, and myself chose to hang out in the shade and watch the fun from afar. Nadine is tons of fun! She got to stay the night that night, and I can't tell you how hard we laughed at times. Just to let everyone know...I can still laugh a good 10 minute solid!! I have witnesses!!

This past week, Mellisa and I have been working on painting murals on the classroom walls. I have had SOOO much fun and am so excited about the mural I've been working on. Mellisa is doing a Noah's ark scene in the infant room, while I am doing a scene of the shepherds looking up into the sky at the angel on the night of Jesus' birth in the 3-6 years room. And I'm almost done! One woman cried when she saw it. That's GOT to be a good sign! We have one more scene to paint (although I've already drawn AKA traced it). It's a scene of Jesus being baptized by John the Baptist. This is for the 12-year old classroom. Hopefully, I'll be able to post the pictures of the finished product on here. I'm so proud!!

Oh...and I got all my holes filled in my teeth from my bicycle, too. Yay for whole teeth! A lot of the Americans from church met at James and Stacy's house for a barbeque and games on the 4th of July. We played "Mexican Train" and had a blast!! I'm going to have to get that one! Then later in the week, our upstairs neighbor, Harold, was supposed to come over for dinner, but found out his sick dad had taken a turn for the worst and could possibly die over the weekend. I was crushed for him. I neither knew what to do or to say to him. So he left pretty quickly to go home, and didn't come back for 4 days (cause he had to work again on Monday). I haven't seen him since he got back...but I pray that his weekend home wasn't the last time he'll see his father. That idea kills me.

Anyway...I think that's a good enough update. From here on out, it's short, simple, and more frequent posts. So I say...

Whoops!

Yes, yes...I know. It's been more than three weeks since I've last posted. I seemed to have misplaced my USB cord (to transfer pictures from my camera to my computer), and I find posts without pictures rather boring. I have one now, but my computer is not letting me put them in my post. So here we go...

Well I didn't go outside for 5 days after I busted my face. After all, I don't need another reason to prove I'm American in the streets of Holland! Hans took me to the dentist the next morning, where I discovered that I had both broken and fractured my front teeth...but not bad enough that they had to do a root canal. The dentist, Alexander, ended up putting a wire on the back of my teeth to stabalize them, and told me I could not bite down with my front teeth for one month...but they would heal themselves. So that was good. At this point, I should be getting the wire taken off my teeth on Wednesday and I should be back to "normal". :)

Daleena's mom flew into Amsterdam on the 27th. We took the train to Brussels, Belgium, the next morning, where we walked, and walked, and walked...and also met two other American couples! One from Wisconsin, and the other from...we'll say Colorado (although I don't really remember). I have the habit of stopping and asking people where they are from if I hear the slightest bit of English. It's a rare occurance in these parts. Anyways...they were very nice people. I got my characature (?) drawn in the middle of the street of Brussels. It looks absolutely nothing like me...but it was fun!! I asked him to ignore the scar on my nose...he said "I see nothing". Ha!

The World Cup started shortly after this. I can't even begin to explain what it is like during a game here. I was walking down the street, coming from the grocery store one day, when I heard an eruption of cheers from all directions. I had no idea what was going on. Maybe a fight. Maybe Holland won a game. But, no....not a fight. Not even a celebration of a win. It was a goal. Nothing more than a goal. Made, of course, by the Holland team. I would say it was comparable to the SuperBowl in the states...but it's so much more. Everyone in the COUNRTY is fixed at their TV for 2 hours straight, rooting for one team. It's amazing...it's fun...I love it! Just to give you an example of what the people look like here, Daleena, her mom, Destiny, and myself decided to become one with the soccer fans over here. I think we look pretty good. [picture not included] Not quite as orange as most, but definitely comparable to the more conservative fans.

Last Saturday, one of my readers from last year, Pieter, treated me to a day in Amsterdam. We hopped on the morning train, and spent one of the hottest days of the year walking around in Amsterdam. We didn't see anything "touristy", as I had no desire to walk through a museum...but we watched the people. As Pieter says, "the best way to learn about the city is to watch the people". And so we did. For about 12 hours. During that time, we passed a Hard Rock Cafe. I didn't even know one existed in Europe! I got so excited, I don't think Pieter knew what to do with me. We went in to have dinner, and I was overwhelmed with the feeling of America. The service was American, the menu was in English....there was fresh brewed iced tea, and FREE refills!! I think I about died when I asked the waiter if they had cheesecake, and he said yes. I was loving it!! Now, before you think I'm ready to jump on a plane back home, let me just say that we are spoiled as Americans when it comes to our meals in a restaraunt. Why should we get 10 glasses of tea, when we only pay for 1? Why do we insist the waiter/waitress returns to our table 4 times to ask "Is everything okay?" so that we may answer as a broken record "It's great" or "Yes, thank you!"? What's wrong with flagging down the waiter when we actually need him? I'd much rather work in a Dutch restaurant than any in America. Their job is so much more realistic!

Anyway, as we left the restaraunt, we walked past a life-sized chess board! This was also exciting to me...and for what reason, I do not know! If we didn't have to catch a train back right then, I would have stayed to play a game. Although, I don't think it's as easy when the pieces are so big...you can't really see the whole picture! But it looks fun! And this is an artsy picture [picture not included] I took while waiting for the train to come. The sun was setting, and the light was coming in all fun-like. Anyway, I thought it was cool!

This past week, I had 4 new readers. All very nice and fun people to talk to. Tomorrow, two of the ladies I have been meeting with said they are coming to church for the first time. I'm excited about that! I hope they do. And I have been asked to teach the 12 year old class, as well...so I'm looking forward to that. Mellisa comes on Tuesday, so Lucinda and I will be driving to Amsterdam to pick her up. It'll be good to have some company again for the next 6 weeks!

There's more to tell...but this is enough for now. I should update more frequently now that I have the USB cable again (and my face is back to normal!). Catch you later!

Crash and burn

For all of you who are familiar with the layout of western Europe, walking and riding bicycles is the main form of transportation. Thanks to the church, I have the option of doing both. We typically walk half the time, and ride our bikes half the time. After going to the movies with Levent and his friend Mauresia last night, we jumped on our bikes and started heading home. It was kind of a windy night, and pedaling was slow, but I was determined to make it all the way back. And I almost did!

Right after I crossed the main intersection near our home, a big gust of wind came and I lost control of my bike. I knew there was no hope of recovering, so I willingly allowed gravity to take control. And boy, did it! I landed face first on a brick road. I was more scared than hurt, cause I knew I had done some serious damage. Daleena flagged the next biker down, who helped me to my feet and walked with us till he knew I was okay. Taking after my dad, I made jokes the whole way home, having no idea what my face looked like. I just knew there was blood all over the place. While walking down the street, we passed a man who was out walking his dog. He stopped and asked if I had fallen, and told me I needed to go the hospital, that my nose looked like "ugghhhh"...or some noise similar to that. Then he asked if I was drunk. I assured him I had not had any alcohol at all. Apparently, sober people don't fall off their bikes very much here!

So we got back and I washed my face to see an extremely swolen lip, a cut up and swollen nose, and two loose teeth. Not good, I thought. We ended up calling Etienne, who came rather quickly and took me to the emergency room. Once there, the process went extremely fast. I was told they couldn't do anything for me, that I would have to wait until the swelling goes down until they could tell if my nose was broken or not. They also told me I needed to go see a dentist as soon as possible. Etienne stopped to get me some pain killers, took us back home, and gave me the number of several dentists I could call.

Today, my face is...well...kinda ugly! I can't eat solid foods, due to my loose teeth, and looking at me, you'd think I got hit by a train! But other than that, I'm not in much pain at all...I just feel awkward. We called the dentist, and I am going in first thing tomorrow morning. They told me I should have most of the swelling down by Friday. If I am not happy with the way my nose looks at that time, then I am to make an appointment with the nose, ear, and throat specialist to get it fixed.

All this to say...I'm fine! And I probably won't be posting any pictures of myself anytime soon. :) But it was bound to happen...I gotta learn how to ride a bike right sometime! Love you all and know that I'm still alive and kickin'!

Back from Belgium!

What a fun weekend! Daleena and I just got back late last night from spending the weekend with Jessica and Kristy in Ghent. It was so fun! Before we left, though, we had dinner with Pieter and Levent. We all met at Levent's house, then walked to the center for some Turkish food (simply because Levent, the one in the middle, is from Turkey!). Afterwards, we went back to Levent's house for some coffee and chocolate. Seems I might become a coffee addict after all. Levent invited us to the movies on Friday, but since we were going to be gone, we're going to go with him on Monday night.

So Friday morning, we took the train to Ghent. We arrived half past 10, to see Jessica and Kristy waiting. Then we spent the whole day touring! The city is extremely beautiful, with amazing architecture all throughout. There is a place in the city where there are 6 cathedrals extremely close together. We were able to go through one, and it was just humongous. I can't even explain how fun it was just to see the city - SOOOO different from Oklahoma! Don't even try to ask me which picture is what...I couldn't tell you! But I thought I would post several pictures so you can see it for yourself!! The bus system in Ghent is a little messed up...but other than that, the day went pretty smoothly. Anyone we asked for help was more than willing to give it to us. At the end of the day, we went to see Mission Impossible III. I definitely slept through half of the movie. Tom Cruise is exciting and all, but not enough to keep me awake after all that walking!


Saturday, our main goal was to go on a canal ride and eat a Belgium waffle. Thankfully, we were able to accomplish both! The weather was insane, though. I was crazy enough not to bring a jacket to Belgium, so I just about froze when it started pouring rain and hailing. Yes, hail...for no reason. And then it was sunny again. Crazy weather! Fortunately, we were inside eating panini sandwiches for lunch and drinking cappucino when this happened. So we were able to wait it out. Then we went on the canal ride. It was cheap, fun, and extremely informative! We were told about several of the important elements of the city and what different buildings represented and were used for today. Here is the canal we rode down. Under the bridge you can see a covered boat. That's what we rode in! After the canal ride, we got a belgium waffle - my favorite! If you come to Europe, you must go to Belgium, for the waffle, if nothing else. While you can get over 30 different toppings on the waffle, the plain one is my favorite. Don't even think about the IHOP belgium waffle. It does not even compare.

We got back late Saturday night and took a taxi home. Church service this morning was extremely good. William taught class on the battles of sin and Remco preached on God being our Shepherd. Rene took us out for a spin in his car afterwards to buy time until Bertine came to pick us up. Bertine took Daleena and I 30 minutes away to Papegaaienpark. It's basically a parrot zoo, which I had never heard of before. The birds were gorgeous! We got nuts at the entrance, so were were able to feed them all throughout. Although it was a parrot zoo, there were extremely random animals there, as well. I believe there was a kangaroo, a ram, a deer, goats, flamingos, and much others. It was a lot more fun than I anticipated, and a great place to take Veerle in the fall!

Anyway...Marlo was supposed to stop by tonight, but something came up and he wasn't able to. Lucky for Daleena, I volunteered our cooking services to him for Tuesday night dinner. Seeing as how he is allergic to cheese, we're lost as to what to make. Cheese makes the dish! We'll figure it out. It'll be nice to see him again. I met Marlo my first summer here and we've been good friends since. He's 24 and speaks great English. I had a few reading sessions with his mom last summer, but she got to busy to come towards the end. We should have fun again.

Well, I have so many pictures I want to post, but not enough room on this site. So soon I will put them in albums on shutterfly and send the link your way. Hope you all are doing well!!

Good times...

This week has been a fun one! Sunday morning I got to see everyone that wasn't at the Wednesday night bible study. There were tons of hugs and summaries of the past year. Roy from Germany was the speaker during service. He's a retired preacher and comes to preach at Eindhoven whenever several of the men are away. After church, we had lunch together, or a potluck...where we got to talk to more people. Jan and Nita had invited us over for the day, and so after lunch, we headed to Best, a town outside of Eindhoven. This is one of their daughters, Nadine, and me, riding in the car to Best!

We spent the day at their house, playing ping-pong and badminton, riding bikes, throwing a football, and watching Home Improvement...the only TV we've watched since we've been here! They took us to dinner the Pancake House, which was right across from the wooden shoe museum. It was a beautiful night and we enjoyed a nice dinner together. It was good spending time with the family.

Monday we had 5 reading sessions. We have not had as great a response as we have had in the past, so the church has ordered 10,000 flyers and is going to place more ads in the newspaper. The sessions we are having with people are wonderful, but just not enough to fill our days. Shahram (one of mine and Mandy's readers from last year) had us over for dinner. It took us an hour to walk there (which definitely built up an appetite), but the dinner was well worth it. We got to play darts afterwards, and were able to get to know him a little better. Thankfully, we were able to catch the last bus of the night home, so we did not have to walk back.

Tuesday, I had 2 readers, and Daleena was scheduled to have 3. However, two of them ended up calling and rescheduling. Daleena was disappointed that they didn't show, but was glad they rescheduled. I was able to see Lourdes and her daughter Priscilla again from last year. We were mutually excited that I was back, and Priscilla, who is my age, is wanting to hang out with me after my reading sessions during the week. We met at the very end of last summer...and while we hit it off immediately as friends, we were unable to spend time getting to know each other better. So I hope that during my time here, I am able to develop a strong friendship with her. It is nice to have another girl my age that I have a lot in common with!

We had our first party last night, and according to Remco, it was quite successful. We had two readers show up...Shahram and Bertine (one of Daleena's readers) and several church members. We played "skit in a bag"...where you put random objects into a bag, split everyone into groups, and give them a time limit to come up with a skit using everything in the bag. Both groups were extremely creative and really got into it. Bertine surprised me with her level of comfort in performing in front of people she did not know. We all had quite a few laughs. Bertine told Daleena this morning that she really enjoyed it and will be back next week. Good!! That's why we do it!

Today I met Remco at Town Hall to complete my au pair paperwork. I recieved a sticker that guarantees me 6 months stay in Eindhoven, and will be receiving something else in the mail that will guarantee me a year. It was exciting! Remco bought me a mobile phone on Sunday for personal use, and we went to open up a bank account after leaving Town Hall. I now have my own bank account (with no money in it, mind you :) ), and my own cell phone. How crazy is that??!! I will be enrolling in Dutch classes soon (to begin in August), so that I can communicate with others easier, and will be purchasing a form of transportation with an engine (either a car or moped) before August.

In just an hour, Daleena and I are headed to the centrum to have dinner with Pieter and Levent, two of my favorite gentlemen in Eindhoven! Then we will be leaving early tomorrow morning to head to Ghent, Belgium, to see the LST team there....Jessica Estes and Kristy...someone...don't know her last name yet. But that's all for now....I'll have more to say after the weekend.

Houdoe!

The first of many...

I'm so excited! I'm here, things are going fantastic, and I found a wonderful site to tell you all about it (more or less to save me from sending everyone individual emails about the same thing)!

Daleena and I arrived in Amsterdam Wednesday morning, safe and sound, with all of our luggage (such a blessing!). Paul Rambags, a member of the church, picked us up there. We sat down to have a drink in the airport, where we witnessed one of many important soccer games to come. Fans were everywhere, making as much noise as possible! It was fun to watch! We then drove back to Eindhoven, and arrived around 2 o'clock in the afternoon. It was so good to see the surroundings again and remember the past two years. It's so beautiful here!

Now fastforwarding to the information meeting....

On Thursday night, we had the information meeting at a hotel where everyone who responded to the ad in the paper came to find out more and sign up for their first reading session. Veronique and Remco had a list of 25 people who had called with interest. That was exciting! With my returning readers, we would have well over 30! But when the information meeting began, only 8 people showed up. These 8 people are so wonderful, though, I can't wait to get to know them. They are so open and friendly towards us already, not even knowing us. One lady offered to lend Daleena a small bike, seeing as how she is a little shorter than average :).

So we began our reading sessions on Friday. I was only able to read a half day, though, as Remco and Vero told me to meet them at the foreign police to apply for my residence permit. But, as predicted, the foreign police sent us over to the town hall (no one seemed to know where we should go to turn in my application). Once at the town hall, we were immediately attended to and my application was reviewed. As she went down the checklist of requirements, we had everything!....except for my passport photos and Remco's money. I had completely forgotten my passport photos (as it was not in the list of things to bring), and Remco forgot his money (which was more than he had originally expected). So together, we managed to make another appointment for next Thursday. :) However, after leaving Town Hall, Remco and Vero felt extremely good about the meeting, and were surprised at how quickly it went. It seems they might let me stay, after all! The rest of the day was spent calling those people who responded to LST and were unable to come to the information meeting. We were able to reach a few people, and left messages for some. We will try again on Monday.

Today, we had more reading sessions. Pieter brought me flowers for my graduation, and I was able to see Wil and Shahram again from last year. It seems Shahram is interested in coming to several of the parties, so I look forward to that. Tonight, we had dinner at Paul's house, to which he served herring, the traditional Dutch "treat". Raw, I mean, fermented fish. Thankfully, dinner after that was extremely good. Tomorrow, we will see all the church members, and spend the afternoon/evening with Jan and Nita. And eat at the pancake house! I'm so excited!!!