Aren’t we lucky? Daily concerts, right outside our door! Think it sounds great? Well then, I’d like to invite you for a visit. A special trip, meeting the many wonderful people we know from north to south, and east to west! All over this land! And, when we’re at home, you can enjoy the free concerts with us!
We have a saying in Italian. Non c’è niente di nuovo sotto il sole. (There is nothing new under the sun.) And yes, I know it’s from the Bible. But I also know that King Solomon, who wrote that, didn’t live in a foreign land. Otherwise, I wonder if he might not have changed it to: “There isContinue reading “Italian Worm Cheese and Culture Shock”
A few years ago we got to visit a church in Pozzuoli, where the apostle Paul landed! They even have a sign at the port indicating the spot where he disembarked, and we couldn’t help but wonder what it was like back then and how he felt.
I can picture her still so old and frail, hobbling up the steep hill leaning on her pair of homemade walking sticks. “What do you have there Zia (Aunty)?” my husband asked, pointing to the open-mesh bag on her kerchief-covered head. While I just gaped, wondering how many other nasty things she’d carried on that seldom-washed, dirty headscarf!
June for us is a busy month. Hubby is busy finishing up his English classes. While I scurry about getting ready for our summer travels, as we usually visit and catch up with friends and churches. We’ll be traveling quite a bit this summer too, as usual. And I really wish you could join us!
Finding joy in the simple things and the gratitude it creates can free us to focus more on our ministry and less on what we miss or no longer have.
Adapting to different cultures is usually difficult, and many times perplexing and mind boggling. Take Italy’s standard greeting of kissing both cheeks. It’s really not as standard as you may think. Because usually people here just sort of touch cheeks and kiss the air. And furthermore, cheek kissing is often considered inappropriate in many businessContinue reading “Tradition and Cultural Adaptation”
Our Towns is really our Tale of Two Houses. Ah, the complex fascination of expat life (challenging, frustrating, but so blessed)! In fact, new acquaintances often ask, “So where are you from?” Our response? “Um, have you got an easier question?”
No, I’m not actually wishing to be color blind. (That would be crazy.) My husband really is color blind and it doesn’t seem like much fun. Not dangerous, or risky for health, or anything like that.