**Due to technical difficulties, this post is actually from Sunday:)
I just paid cinco quetzales for a picture with this little girl. (7.5 Q’s are $1, so…) She followed my friends, Joe and Elizabeth Foote (the Feet:) and me around the market for about 15 minutes. I started talking to her, and I’m pretty sure she looked into my eyes:) She said she was nine years old, which is the age of my 4th graders. That impacted me too much. I didn’t want anything she was selling, so I asked her if I could give her 5 for a picture with me. She liked that.
The Feet and I are wiped out from trying to barter for the past couple of hours. I’m really thankful that God has helped me to remember as much Spanish as I do! I’m actually quite surprised at how well I’ve been doing. There was this one boy, Jeremy, who latched onto us for awhile. He knew a little English and translated a few things for us. He was a cute kid, thirteen years old, and in the sixth grade. While we were walking, I asked him if he knew who Jesus Christ was. He said that he did and we talked for a minute about the Lord…but I couldn’t remember enough Spanish words to really talk much. I’ll definitely pray for Jeremy tonight.