January...National Campamento I

So, I thought it would be good to just start from the update that I wrote beginning of January as I was leaving for the national campamento in Oruro. I fully admit that it was tough as far as the location and weather, etc. and I fully admit to being glad when I returned home but I was really pleased with how the two workshops went that I was in charge of. We had great discussions about the Church and integral mission and how the youth can (and should) be a part of this. I was also able to have a talk with all the girls together regarding what is means to be a woman of God, integrity issues, etc. while a couple of the young pastors met with all the guys regarding "guy stuff" and being a man of God, etc.

Oh, one last funny story...for those of you who know me decently well, I tend to not be the most graceful person. Well, let's just say that there's a reason why one of my nicknames is "klutz". So...I headed back to La Paz a day before the campamento ended and needed to get to the bus terminal so I went with a group of the youth who were going to the thermal springs (Oruro is known for them) but as we were on our way in the back of the truck (just picture a herd of cattle), it started to rain buckets and then the hail began. Thankfully the driver stopped so that they could get a tarp over us but we were soaked no matter what. When we got to the springs and I saw how everyone was getting down without a latter, I decided to just sit down at the side and jump off so that I hopefully wouldn't break a bone :)

Unfortunately, I didn't think of what I was sitting on and as I launched myself into the air, I heard the rip...yep...you guessed it!! I ripped the back of my jeans in a very bad and obvious way. As I was holding the back of my jeans' leg together (in order to keep everything covered :) ), all I could do was laugh. The jovenes who had been near me felt awful for me. Thankfully a girl had a towel I could use to wrap around me and another helped me find a place to change while a third guy took care of my bags while I took care of "business." I was finally able to make it to the terminal and admit to breathing a sigh of relief as I got onto the bus.

Ah, the joys of no dignity...

'til next time,
rebecca