The "Can't Think of a Title" Post

We just returned from a short trip to the States (more on that in a minute), and while there we had several people tell us that they enjoy reading our blog. I must admit that I started our blog as a hobby, and the hobby aspect has sorta worn off. However, the comments that I received last week reminded me that there are people who are interested in following our ministry. I have noticed that the views our blog receives has gone down, but that is probably due to my lack of activity. So I am going to try to do my best to get back to posting more regurlarly, and your visits and comments will in turn serve as an extra motivation. We do like hearing from you too. Comments like the ones left on our last post are so encouraging.

For any of you who have been missionaries, you know the hassel that immigration stuff can be. We entered Costa Rica on 90-day tourist visas, but time ran out before we were able to jump through all the hoops to be able to get our 2-year religious visas. We ended up having to leave the country for at least three days. We were able to find roundtrip tickets to Washington, DC for $294, so it worked out for us to be able to fly home and surprise both sets of our parents in between trimesters at language school. The surprise worked beautifully, with my dear mother-in-law nearly fainting when she saw us and my mother giving a holler that could no doubt be heard across the Penn View campus.

I have a lot of pictures that I could share from our trip, but this post is getting long and people rarely read long blog posts. I do want to share two very important pictures though before signing off. Some of you who have followed our blog for a while remember the hardships between my mother-in-law and me over apple pie. Well, she acutally made me one while we were home this trip, which is proof positive that she either wanted on my blog again (she did hint in that direction several times), that she misses me to no end, or both. For some unfortunate reason she waited to bake the pie until the night before we left, but I was able to enjoy three pieces of it. So dear Mom-in-law, I will grant your wish and thank you publicly for my pie.

The Baker

The Pie