These pictures are from another public school we went to. These two ladies (sisters) came in at lunch time and made snow cones to sell to the kids. They weren't like our snow cones, mostly it was ice with some spice on top. One of the ladies had two babies with her, Samantha and Christopher, the other had three daughters, the youngest one was Blanca and was there to go to school. Blanca was one of those that just had an extra dose of personality. She had a beautiful smile, and she was very confident, not afraid to try to communicate with me.
Every time she would come to me and say something, my response was always that I had to find David, and I would drag her around until I found David to interpret for us! By the end of the day she would say what she had to say and then point across the yard and say "David!" I gave the adult women Bibles, and every time I looked their way, Blanca was sitting on the ice chest reading one of the Bibles.
I finally decided I better give her one, so I wrote in the front of it and gave it to her. She told me that she went to an Evangelical church, and when I had given her mother the Bible she held it to her chest, like I had given her a great treasure. Before we left, one of the clowns gave Blanca some hair bows for her hair. Her aunt then came to me and asked if I had some so her baby girl, Samantha, could have some. I went and got some more and gave them to her. She woke Samantha up and put them in her hair and then wanted me to take her picture!
As we were leaving, Blanca ran to me and drug me to David-she wanted me to write my address in her Bible so she could write to me, and I did. Later, Cary handed me an address and said some little girl had come and given it to him to give me. I already have copies of these pictures ready to mail to her. Maybe I'll have a new pen pal! If you want to read what the missionary wrote about our time in Guatemala, his blog is
http://www.kennethanddiana.com/ (Yes, that's clown Carissa, front and center, on Kenneth's blog!)
These pictures are from another public school we went to. These two ladies (sisters) came in at lunch time and made snow cones to sell to the kids. They weren't like our snow cones, mostly it was ice with some spice on top. One of the ladies had two babies with her, Samantha and Christopher, the other had three daughters, the youngest one was Blanca and was there to go to school. Blanca was one of those that just had an extra dose of personality. She had a beautiful smile, and she was very confident, not afraid to try to communicate with me. 
Every time she would come to me and say something, my response was always that I had to find David, and I would drag her around until I found David to interpret for us! By the end of the day she would say what she had to say and then point across the yard and say "David!" I gave the adult women Bibles, and every time I looked their way, Blanca was sitting on the ice chest reading one of the Bibles. 
I finally decided I better give her one, so I wrote in the front of it and gave it to her. She told me that she went to an Evangelical church, and when I had given her mother the Bible she held it to her chest, like I had given her a great treasure. Before we left, one of the clowns gave Blanca some hair bows for her hair. Her aunt then came to me and asked if I had some so her baby girl, Samantha, could have some. I went and got some more and gave them to her. She woke Samantha up and put them in her hair and then wanted me to take her picture! 
As we were leaving, Blanca ran to me and drug me to David-she wanted me to write my address in her Bible so she could write to me, and I did. Later, Cary handed me an address and said some little girl had come and given it to him to give me. I already have copies of these pictures ready to mail to her. Maybe I'll have a new pen pal! If you want to read what the missionary wrote about our time in Guatemala, his blog is http://www.kennethanddiana.com/ (Yes, that's clown Carissa, front and center, on Kenneth's blog!)
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Did you like the taste of the snowcones?
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