I haven’t written anything all week. (Except for part of the guest post I promised, and part of the debut Stuff Missionaries Like post, and part of a response to an email from a hater, and part of a thank you note to a supporter.) So yeah. Have you met me? I’m chaos.
This is all because we have a short-term work team here and I’ve been cooking lunch for them everyday. You would not believe how much of a time suck it is. I get up with the kids at 5:45 am, and I have to be out the door to catch the bus to get to work by 9:30. So that only leaves me, like, 3 hours to enjoy my coffee. Oh, and did I mention the part about having to get dressed every day? Pshhh.
But, I wanted to pop in and tell you something kinda cool.
Remember when I was all, “I’m not gonna go around pretending like I don’t speak spanish anymore!”? Well. The other day I was at the fruit stand, and I sooooo wanted to keep my mouth shut and just stand there pointing at pineapples and bananas and junk, cause I know that if I point someone will get me what I want. But I didn’t. I spoke. I asked questions. I made small talk. I pretended to understand the clerk when she made small talk. It was awesome. But, the best part? There was this guy there, and he was staring at me like a creeper the whole time; as I was picking out mangos, and asking prices, and trying to figure out what the hell that little greenish, brownish, mushyish things was and if I wanted to eat it. He was practically following me around the market. Actually, he was following me around the market. So he overheard all of my conversations. He finally came up to me as I was paying and he said – not making this up! – he said, “Are you Tica?”
And I was like, “No, I’m a Gringa.”
Isn’t that COOL?!?!
Ok. Lemme explain. It’s because “Tica” means Costa Rican. So I have blond hair and blue eyes and pale skin and I don’t know what the green mushy thing is, and this guy is still wondering if I’m a Tica. Do you know what that means? That means my spanish is pretty much amazing!! All I have to do is open my mouth and use it! Thankyouverymuch.
Anyway, I was really encouraged by that. So I wanted to share it with you.
And since I don’t have time to write a legit post, I’m leaving you with this little gem. It’s a streamlined recreation of a conversation that I had with another missionary this morning. She’s in freaking Tuscany, enjoying the luxurious vacation she’s been sent on by a generous supporter. And she’s trying to make me jealous. I hope you enjoy this bit of missionary on missionary action brought to you by Twitter:
@soandso I’ve decided I may randomly DM @JamieTheVWM different things I’m doing in Tuscany to create missionary envy.
@JamieTheVWM I hate you
@JamieTheVWM Oh my. @soandso ‘s DMs are like vacation porn. Not gonna lie, I’m lusting.
@soandso I almost feel like I can’t talk about it. Like it’s so awesome that people might start genuinely hating me 🙂
@JamieTheVWM You can tell me AAALLLL about it!! I’m seriously, SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!
@JamieTheVWM Also? I love the idea of someone actually HATING you because of this amazing gift!! They’d have to be a total douche canoe!
@soandso I’ve had some very ‘interesting’ comments about when missionaries actually do something non-missionary; that it’s mis-using
@soandso donations or giving people the wrong impression. always makes me hesitant and I think, “is it worth it?”
@soandso but then I have to remind myself, that is their issue and not mine!
@JamieTheVWM I know exactly wht y’re talking about. Like some people feel that we took a vow of poverty the day we became missionaries.
@JamieTheVWM Yes!! Your well-being is worth it! Our everyday lives are SO amplified by our circumstances that OF ALL PEOPLE…
@JamieTheVWM …missionaries NEED vacations. Breaks. Getaways. Periods of recovery. Rehab. We need time to just…. *be*.
@soandso I know right! People don’t look down their nose when their pastor takes a vacation, but missionaries? Apparently our LIFE is a
@soandso vacation so why would we need one? whatevs. Perception vs. reality and it’s hard to convince those who know it all.
@JamieTheVWM Exactly! Screw ’em! 😉 Enjoy your time there to the fullest – for missionaries everywhere!! 🙂
I know it seems like a rant, but it’s not, it’s a prayer. You can tell because it ended with “amen“. Actually, it ended with:
@soandso okay I feel better now. Back to my private pool – sipping my new favorite Italian wine before heading off to dinner 🙂
And then I said, out loud, in a super snotty voice, “Whatever!” And that was it. You’re welcome.
I could use a vacation. You? Any vacation plans for the summer?