After enduring slow traffic where patience and traffic laws seem nonexistent, we arrived at bethel. I ran into some local brothers from Mirebalais as they were concluding a sign language seminar. I was taken to my room which was a shipping container converted into a studio. My room mate was Br. Higgens, a tall and generous person. He was kind enough to have gleaned food from lunch knowing that I would be hungry. I barely slept the night before so after a quick nap was off to dinner. I saw some familiar faces at dinner, Dusty Carlson a sister from my circuit out west, and a few people who knew my family. I was glad to have been invited to play volleyball that evening and managed to play basketball as well. Playing sports was a perfect way for me to end my first day and we all had a great time.
Service the next morning lead to my first piggyback ride on a motorcycle. At the group for service near bethel I met several couples that were serving as international volunteers. Service that morning just seemed to have one good conversation after another. My creole is quickly returning, though people are patient yet amused by my accent as I struggle to utter the next words. I'm really going to enjoy preaching here, as I am amazed that people often will offer you a chair to sit prior to knowing who you are.
A few hours later my ride to Mirebalais would arrive.
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