day fifty three - messenger pigeons

today i got to sleep in and it was glorious. then after the lunch shift alicia and I went into town to meet up with Wilson. He took us to a coffee place he just found. It was downtown behind a bakery. Really out of the way and completely awesome. Later Blass and Bienvenido and Fernando came and we ended up talking with this old man who knew french, spanish, english, and quichua. He was a really interesting guy and when we were about to leave he's like...where's my kiss? to alicia and I. Then Blass took us up these stairs to the top of this park thing that overlooked the south end of Riobamba. I need to go back there soon with my camera, it was amazing. Then we decided to go into the big Catholic church there and see if we could go up into the bell tower. We ended up going down some stairs into the basement that actually was a cemetary where a man and women were collecting human bones in bags. It was....weird. We weren't allowed to go up the bell tower today but maybe another day. Blass of course started talking with one of the monks about Jesus. We were walking back to the center of town and Wilson decides he's going to catch one of the pigeons. He did. And we decided to tie a message to it's foot. Like who does that? apparently us. Alicia wrote her email on it so we're just waiting to see who finds it.

I bought a cell phone today. Mine doesn't work here and especially when i move out it will be much better for safety reasons.

the allans came back today all nicely tanned. Makes me want to go to the beach really bad! We are going to go...if not by ourselves then with the Allans in July when they take the 30 oldest kids at the ark.

oh yea! haha Nacho. Today he was...for lack of a better word...making out with Miley today. He's 2. Miley is almost 2. One of the girls kept trying to stop them but he kept running back to her to kiss her. Or more like eat her mouth. I couldn't stop laughing.

I learned another thing about crying. Last night little Samuel was crying. I heard the supervisor say to the worker in charge of that group of kids say "it's Samuel". She didn't even have to look to see who it was. They know the cries of the kids. God knows our voice. He knows our cry. Our voices are ingrained in his heart. Like the verse:

Look up into the heavens. Who created all the stars? He brings them out like an army, one after another, calling each by its name. Because of his great power and incomparable strength, not a single one is missing.

it's like...if God knows the stars that well, imagine how much more he knows us. Our names, our cry, everything about us.

forever learning, daniella