Beautiful Day: Day 27

Worst parts of the weekend: moments where you realize you have to grow, re- and re-wearing the same socks because all the others are at the laundromat, nearing the end of my favorite boots' life.

Best parts of the weekend: the pastor has returned to La Mision!, making the Z kids laugh, joining the church worship team, hearing from Globant that I'll most likely start work a week from tomorrow, realizing I can roller blade, receiving a personal prayer of blessing, getting to know Chileans and Colombians and Paraguayans as well as Argentines.

Yo tengo tanto, tanto, tanto para agradecer. So goes the song. :)
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Saturday I slept in, then joined a gym and got clothes to the laundromat. I had a pile roughly the size of my bedroom floor to take care of--long weekend or no. It had to get out. Now, the creation of outfits will soon become...interesting :)
A comforting realization for me has been that Buenos Aires fashion is really whatever you want to wear. Generally, it takes the form of leggings or skinny jeans, a top, a sweater or denim or leather jacket, and most likely combat boots. BUT, floor length summer dresses, occasional boot-cut jeans, mini skirts and tights, and always scarves are also acceptable. So I have many options.
Saturday afternoon I went to the church for the first worship team practice/meeting. It is going to be fun helping the church in this capacity, for I dooooo love to sing. And the team is full of even more cool, marvelous people. Stoked!
Then with I made the bus journey to the Zs' to spend the night. Said goodnight to the kids, ate some pizza, stole some Sprite, joined Mr. and Mrs. Z. for the unveiling of Netflix in Argentina with the movie Bounce. Good stuff!
Not much sleep that night, but I'm never good with priorities when loved ones are on facebook. Such is life. Asi soy yo.

This morning I awoke the the pitter-pattering of little fairy-like feet around, quasi-quietly talking back and forth about many things. Love waking up to the Z girls. Anytime!
Church was really lovely today--singing in Spanish is always a joy, plus so many babies (GORGEOUS, all), friends, laughs, and blessings. The aforementioned pastor returned this past week from his conference in NY, and gave a sermon about the actions of the Holy Spirit that rocked domes. :)
After church, the typical, beautiful conversation/blessing/greeting time mingling with all ages. Then A (moto man) organized an outing for the afternoon for anybody who wanted to, and he and I went to grab lunch while the others were getting their act in gear. What a joy it is to converse with people in Spanish. Moreover, what a joy it is to LISTEN to people talk in Spanish. :)
We then headed towards the park at Palermo to meet up with the rest of the group, and I got to see the Costa Negra (I think it's called--anyway, the coast of the Rio de Plata). Tan lindo. When we found the group at the park, there were a few of them roller blading, some sitting, some of them (the two little boys) running, biking, smacking each other with sticks. I talked with R--she's so dear!--about Chilean and US foods. I talked with E--SHE's so dear, too!--about her studies in family law and my aspirations for the internship and life in general. Then, I donned the roller blades myself, and took a turn around the lake...and then again! Ahora me encanta patinar. :) Hallelujah that my ankle has progressed to this point.
Eventually the kids were getting tired and it was getting dark, so they headed home. I got coffee with A and then headed home as well.

I am well ready to sleep, as usual. But I do so, after washing my feet (see "socks" comment above) and with great expectations for a full, fun week. :)