Sometimes I feel like pinching myself to see if I’m living a dream. The women at the retreat are from countries including Mongolia, Mexico, Cuba, the States, Russia, England, Indonesia, and Brazil. I consider myself privileged to mingle with them, learn about their lives, encourage them, pray with them, and laugh with them. They’re a special bunch – many have lived in several cultures, raised their children in foreign countries, and endured multiple moves which have meant saying frequent goodbyes and then having to become re-established again. Courageous women, all!
We did one teaching session in the morning, and then dispersed for lunch in town. We took a beautiful, albeit cold, walk along a promenade to reach this town. Four of us found a little restaurant called “The Hairdressers.” I half expected to smell the odor of perm solution, but that wasn’t the case. Nope, no perm solution, but plenty of cigarette smoke.
We returned to the hotel by 4:30 for the second session and a lovely banquet-type meal. Afterwards, I had the privilege of speaking one-on-one with a couple of women until nearly midnight, listening and praying with them as they asked questions and shared from their hearts.
Midnight came, but sleep didn’t. My oh my. Jet lag hit big time, and the night was a long one.