Sunday, September 11, 2005 Today I went back to the same church that my host family attends. Isaias (my host family’s son) played guitar, because his big brother (a 40 something assistant pastor named Juan) was visiting a sister church that day. Needless to say our señora was quite excited about it. Not that the message wasn’t interesting, but the real excitement began right afterwards. After meeting a few more people from the church, Isaias said, “Ok let’s go.” And I followed him down the street with some of the Spanish girls and another girl from the program they had invited. After a long walk to other side of Asturias (the quarter where we live), we met up with Andre (the crazy flute player) and a few other people I didn’t know yet. We split up,
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