And, no, it wasn't Taco Loco

Moving to a new country and culture involves a series of "firsts." All those things you don't think twice about in your own country but somehow take on significance when you are somewhere new. For instance, I very soon will have to buy my first pair of shoes in Honduras. I have no idea how this will be similar or different from doing so in the home country but it just seems different. (I'm sure it will be anticlimactic). 

As some of you have doubtless already heard, our most recent first was food poisoning. It was horrible. We know where but not what. And no, it wasn't the recently eulogized Taco Loco. Needless to say, our suffering engendered not a small bit of sympathy on the part of both our Honduran and North American brethren and sisteren. Oddly enough, as it is something fairly universally experienced here, it also forges a strange sort of fellowship with one another.

We have decided, however, that this fellowship will NOT be deepened by replicating the experience!

Thanks for your prayers!