Friday morning. Rachel and I get up at 4am to intercede for the school and to exercise. When around 4:30 we here a whole mariachi band down the road playing. What the?! IT IS 4:30 IN THE MORNING. So we didn't really think anything of it, and walked back to the house. I get in the shower. Then I hear all of the MALE STUDENTS in the hall and they start serenading the girls' rooms. What is going on??! There is POETRY that the guys had written hung up over the walls. They all dressed up and escorted us down to the devotional. There we were all given flowers and told how much we were appreciated (this happened three different times through out the day). Parents were calling off the hook. Rachel and I were introduced to the very import holiday in Colombia- the day of the woman.
All of the girls anxiously asked Rachel and I how we celebrate it in the States. We looked at each other and agreed that if this holiday exists, it is between national pencil day and peanut butter appreciation day. They couldn't believe that we celebrate Columbus day and we don't celebrate women.
It was nice to be celebrated, but I have lived 26 full years without it. So no worries USA, I'm not mad at you.
Picture to come...
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