Practicing hospitality

We ran into Hermana Sarita, a kind church sister who has worked with us as a Bible worker, at the vegetarian restaurant in town. "I want to come visit you at 38!" she told me.

And she did. She even brought her sweet mother, all clad in pink. We had prepared cookies and orange juice, because in Perú, there must always be refreshments when someone visits.

We had fun sitting around the table and talking. Sarita assured Carly and I that she had a single nephew for each of us. We talked about the weather, about the price of gas, and preventing colds in the winter.

It was lovely.