When parents permit their children to access the Internet, they usually do so with good intentions. The web may serve as a research tool for homework, a recreational outlet to listen to Youtube videos or as an opportunity to chat with relatives on Facebook.
In the past few weeks, I have had the wonderful opportunity to be with some of my closest friends from my childhood and teenage years. It has really been a reunion of sorts, as I had not seen one friend in more than 15 years.
Even though I was not in my hometown when we gathered, our time together in Texas felt like home — and we seemed to pick up where we left off the last time we all saw each other.
Buenos dias, Senõr, Senorã or Senorita, or, by the time you are reading this, it might possibly be “buenos tardis” or; if you’re just getting around to reading the paper in the night, then it would be “buenos noches.”
As I prepared for this church mission trip (this would be the fourth or fifth time I was headed to “south of the border”) I had decided that I would learn enough Spanish to get by. By this, I meant to be able to converse with our Mexican foreman on exactly what it was he wanted me to do and when he wanted me to do it.