Where have I been? Good question. I have been busy. Really really stupid busy. I know everyone is busy. But not like this. I mean, I am going to be lucky if my friends still speak to me after the last 3 months of being unable to even COMMUNICATE.
When I get this busy, inevitably things fall by the wayside and sometimes that is my blog. Sometimes that is exercise. Sometimes that is my oral hygiene. Not really – I never let my oral hygiene go. Ok, maybe during the three months I spent barfing while pregnant with my daughter I did become a little lax in brushing – what was the point? I was just going to befoul the whole thing when the next wave of nausea hit. So yea, maybe I didn’t brush after every heave. My husband enjoyed the results of that I am sure. But I’ve also been doing stuff. I like to call it – figuring out my life stuff. You can call it mid-life crisis stuff. Whatever. Potatoe-potatoe. (That does not read in print real well.)
So as part of my quest to find the meaning of life, I recently went on a mission trip to Costa Rica. I’ve done this type of thing before and have spent a lot of time in third world countries so I pretty much knew what to expect. What I didn’t expect though, which was a huge bonus, was the community I formed with my fellow missionaries. Missionaries? I guess that is what we were called. That sounds very Joseph Smith, but also technically accurate.
Anyway, it was an odd group in that it was comprised of only 7 women and one man, our leader, who we quite thoroughly and brutally emasculated within hours. The poor guy listened to us talk about handbags for at least 30 minutes at one point. He had no hope. But he did wear a pair of pink (“rust”) pants on a mission trip so he may have already been on his way.
Every night after about 8 full hours of hauling cement around we would sit together and discuss life, love, faith, sanity, insanity, handbags, juicing and all kinds of other stuff. These discussions always started out loosely guided by our fearless leader and often ended in laughter or tears or some combination of both. It was a giant sleepover and exactly what I needed.
I did not get to take as many photos as I would have liked as there was not very much idle time and I lost one of my flash cards along the way but I did manage to capture a few images of the people and places that made it really special. Here are some photos of the Costa Rica mission trip including some of the children in a neighboring village that we were lucky enough to spend time with. I will never forget playing soccer in what amounted to a carport and sitting on a cold cement floor for two hours making origami balloons. I could not have been happier.