Kissing and starving

I arrived in Lima, Peru this week. And so far, we've done a lot of kissing. I know, kissing sounds a bit sketchy for a nice missionary girl like myself, but the traditional Peruvian greeting is a kiss on the cheek. Takes a bit of getting used to, but it is very warm and friendly and I like it (usually). And as far as starving...well, we had a bit of a problem with our budget, so we were not really eating a whole lot. Enough to eat three meals a day, but not enough to be full. But we found the problem and now we have plenty of money and food. But it was kind of a good experience. How many people in the world go to bed hungry?

Okay, and is everyone praying for me to learn Spanish, or what? Because I'm learning like a Spanish machine!! Yay! Next week we'll start Spanish lessons, which will be good.

I was reading the story in John 9 about when Jesus heals a blind man. When people ask him how his eyes were opened, he says that it was a man called Jesus. I love that, a man called Jesus. So that's what I've been praying--for you, for me, for my team, and for Peru--that we would encounter a man called Jesus. Everywhere we go, each day, we would meet Him where we're at.

Anyways, it's been a great first week! We saw a bit of the city, so here's a few pictures of us, at the ocean and at the catacombs (a graveyard under a church). Do you like the bones?!