A Real Bolivian

   

  I may look a little like a Bolivian and I may be able to convince a few that I am one of them (until I try to speak).  However, I am not and I have the proof.  A real Bolivian wears sweaters year around.  While I am dying for a tank top (work day), I see all the Bolivians around me in long sleeves and seeming so comfortable.  In the trufi, a real Bolivian fits.  I have to curl up and position my body into uncomfortable positions most of the time.  I think I have permanent bruises on my knees.  A real Bolivian understands that if you have a function on Sunday, that you don't work on Monday.  I know that one now. 
     The culture is so different here.  I like how laid back it is, but I realize everyday in the small days how different my USA upbringing is from here.  It sometimes stresses me out until I am able to learn what is going on around me.  The same goes for my job.  I am in the stressful transition point right now, but in a few months I know that I will just be going with the flow.  That said, this is the hardest job I have ever had.  I know one day I will see the rewards, but right now God is teaching me true endurance.  I am learning how to teach, then teach in Spanish and how to communicate in Spanish.  It is a whole new world

^50 "Now this I say, brethren, that flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God; nor does corruption inherit incorruption. ⁵¹ Behold, I tell you a mystery: We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed— ⁵² in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed." 1 Corinthians 15:50-52