Well, the perm was horrible, but after my third day I went back and had them cut my hair (the stylist wouldn't cut it for three days to let the perm take). I figured that no matter how bad a job they did, it couldn't get any worse than the afro that I had. Much to my surprise, they did a really good job on the cut and now when I use my blowdryer and brush in the mornings my hair actually looks like it is supposed to look.
Today we picked up three missionaries from the airport and Jason left with them right away for a place called the Moskito Coast. It is named because of the Moskitia tribe of Indians not for the insect, thought I have heard that they grow them quite large there. These missionaries were serving in Venezuela with a remote mountain tribe of Indians and were recently kicked out by Chavez. One of them is with BIMI and so they asked if we could show them any areas where there are a lot of indigenous tribes of people. Where Jason is taking them is a decent size city. They have a few motels and one bank (the only one in the whole state of Gracias A Dios). There are no roads leading in and out of the Moskitia (Moskito Coast in English) so they have to fly in. The plane they will be flying on has only 12 seats and will land on a dirt runway. The motel they are staying in is the only one in all of this area that is made of brick. The advantage of this is that the rats don't find as easy an access into brick buildings. Some day it would be fun to visit there, but not until the kids are much older and can enjoy the rusticness of the adventure.
I am playing single mom until Friday, but thankfully the missionaries brought me a bag of Payday bars to help get me through. :-)
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