Alma

We met a lovely American couple who has lived here in Paraguay for a number of years now. They only live a few miles from us as the crow flies, but we had to drive in a big circle to find roads that go to their house. LOTS of dirt roads, might I add. There home is a lovely log cabin-style hacienda just full of beautiful design and rustic touches, and they warmly invited us in to share a Thanksgiving meal.

You can't imagine how happy I was to fill my plate (twice before the day was up) with some good old home cooking. No empanadas there, folks. A real, true TURKEY with actual cranberry dressing. My attempt at contributing to
the dinner by making a baked macaroni and cheese like my Granny's, didn't quite go as planned (the cheese here is QUITE different), but everyone ate some anyway.

We walked the grounds of the 75 acres they live on, looking at all the beautiful Paraguayan trees and flowers, and their spectacular horses. They are developing a school there called ALMA, which will train Latinos to be missionaries to the 10/40 window countries. ALMA is an acronym for something I can't remember right now, but it's also the Spanish word for soul. As they shared their stories about coming to Paraguay and living here since, we were very encouraged. I kept asking Ken if he was taking notes. I am continually thankful that we are blessed to know people who have "been there, done that" and don't mind sharing their wisdom. God bless these people who received our family and welcomed us so warmly, and fed us in many ways.

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