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Monday, July 30, 2007
So Kent and I are leaving Guatemala in 4 days - where has the time gone?!? We definitely have mixed emotions. We are both really ready to see our families and to start a routine (routine?? what's that???), however, we have made some wonderful friendships here that will be very difficult to leave.
Friends from El Mensaje de Vida:
- Roldolfo, Anamiriam and their three kids: Roldolfo, Louisa, Andrea (and dog, Roy :)
- Summer, Maynor and their baby Alex
- Wesley
- Suaso and the other instrumentalists and singers who Kent and I had the privilege of playing/singing with, talking with, and learning from
- Howard and Heidi and their 3-year old daughter Eliet
- Gabi
- Rosmarí and her 2 kids
- Otto and his wife
- Joel and Martita (our landlords)
- Joel and Karla (son and daughter-in-law of our landlords)
 Rodolfo y Anamiriam
 (L to R) Me, Rodolfo (menor), Louisa, Andrea
 Roy :)
 Me and Roy playing
 Martita (with coffee pot in hand) and Joel (in the middle in the background - sorry, at this point that's the best picture I have of them)
 Summer, Maynor and Alex
 Howard, Eliet, Heidi, me
Friends from the Liderazgo Juvenil:
- Marvin and his sister Karina
- Cody (Marvin’s summer intern)
- Yolanda - the wonderful and incredibly sweet housekeeper
 Marvin and Cody
And other very special friends we've met through various ministries:
- Joel and Marilyn VD and their two kids: Joelito and Sophia (Estrategía de Transformación)
- Tita and Monica (Plantío de Jehová - La Limonada)
- Evelyn, Jaqueline, Fernando, Lucky, Alejandra, Katerín, Rosita, Rosario, and many more (kids from La Limonada)
- Ignacio and Shorty (prison chaplains for the 18th Street Gang members in Primitivo and Chimaltenango)
- Juan Carlos (runs special programs for the prisons and, basically, the reason why we were allowed to visit the prisons)
- Scorpion, Diego, Smiley, Little Fatty, Abuelo (“Grandpa”), Jonathan, Jorge, and many others (inmates at the prisons)
- Hítalo (leader of street ministry to young people)
- Alicia, Abby, Liz, Gari, Tigre, Cristina, Adriana (translators)
- Q, PK, Ottis, Inacia, Cory, Maya, Sam, T, and the rest of the group from Arts in the Hood, Denver CO (who left about a week ago - we already miss them!)
- Ryan (came with Maranatha’s group; hung out with us and was our guide the 2nd time we went to Antigua)
- Daniel (from FL)
- Rudy (our very dependable taxi driver and ex-MS13 gang member, now a Christian!)
 Marilyn and Joel
 Monica, Kent, Tita, me
 front: Joel (with computer)
back (L to R): Juan Carlos, Ignacio, Ignacio's wife and baby boy
in the very back: me and T :)
 Kent, Gari, Tigre, Cody, me
 me and Q
 Kent and Samaka: the Beige and Brown Brothers :)
Of course, this is only a fraction of the people we have met since coming to Guatemala, and each person – especially the ones we have listed above – have made our experience one of immense shaping, forming, reflecting, and spiritual growth. We hate to say good-bye when we are just getting started making deeper relationships…but, we have certain responsibilities to get back to like catching up with my family, packing, moving cross-country, moving into our new home, teaching, seminary-ing, and everything in between.
But in the meantime, we are going to enjoy every last minute of our time here while we still can.
 
Sunday, July 22, 2007
This week has been pretty crazy and filled with many activities that neither Kent nor I have ever done before. It started out like a fairly normal week. Some friends that we met recently, Summer, Maynor and their 1-month old son, Alex, took Kent and I to a quaint little city called Antigua this past Monday. We ended up walking around the shops for quite a while practicing our bartering skills in order to purchase some authentic Guatemalan memorabilia to bring home with us. We left the market feeling pretty satisfied with our success and went to one of the restaurants in the area that was a part of Hotel Antigua. It was absolutely beautiful.
Here are some pictures of our bartering/hotel food-experiencing in Angigua (courtesy of Summery and Maynor):
 Trying to decide on a purchase Me bartering with a Guatemalan woman about possibly buying a huipil, or a traditional square-cut blouse that is hand made with beautiful embroidered designs. These designs represent different areas in which the women live.
 Me sporting the huipil that I ended up buying (basically the only one that fit over my huge North American head...with the help of a zipper over the right shoulder. Nice.) Me and Kent at Hotel Antigua right before dinner Me, Kent, Summer and baby Alex trying to figure out what food to decide upon (oh, and the waiter gave Kent and I menus in English...I wonder why...)
 A beautiful Catholic Church in the center of Antigua
Wednesday we returned to La Limonada. Again, the Denver group was sharing their Arts Camp with the kids. I helped with the manualidades (arts and crafts) while Kent helped push "Play" and "Pause" for another section where kids were learning a dance. :) It was good to see some familiar faces and to see the kids' faces light up when they recognized me and when I remembered their names (but I felt really bad when a kid got really mad when I kept calling him Francisco instead of his real name: Fernando). It was an exhausting day working with a ton of high-energy and delinquent-esque kids but, as Q (Denver leader) reminded us in between the morning and afternoon sessions, we were only there for a day and those kids needed to see Christ's love shining through us - that we had to look inside our hearts to see where we were spiritually and physically and ask God to give us the strength to keep going strong for the rest of the day. It was a good reminder that helped me "suck it up" and work at my work with all my strength.
Also that afternoon we got to do more house visits. This time we met a woman (whose name I can't remember) who has some very deep wounds that come from her childhood and are affecting the way she thinks about and treats her own kids. She has deep hatred for her mother who has brought lots of guys to their home and, when the guys have touched her, her mom wouldn't do anything about it. She was also sexually abused and became pregnant through that. She gave birth to a daughter who she hates now and wants nothing to do with. Her husband left her a number of years ago, is living in the states, and is not supporting the kids. She wants nothing to do with the church because her ex-husband claims he is a Christian, yet doesn't support his family at all or do anything to help them. We sat and listened to her story. It's hard to imagine the pain she is going through and the hate she harbors each and every day. It was very challenging to know how to talk with her - how to share our faith with her in a way that doesn't diminish the pain she is going through. A couple of us tried to explain the pains we had experienced in our lives and that, even though we have forgiven the people who have hurt us, the pain never goes away completely, but forgiveness brings freedom and peace...and although the pain is never completely gone, we know that God is always there right beside us to help us through each and every moment of our lives - knowing that gives us a certain peace amidst our pain and helps us face our pain better in the future as well. We prayed for her and her family before we left. It was really difficult to know whether anything we said made any sort of impact on her life because she is so guarded and has a hard exterior because of all the pain...but I pray that the Holy Spirit would have used us to plant a seed deep in her heart that will someday become something more beautiful than we could have ever imagined...with God, all things are possible!
Wednesday evening, Kent and I joined some of the Denver co. to do some street ministry with a man named Italo. He looks like he is in his 30's and is extremely passionate about reaching the homeless street youth who sniff glue to get high to escape the troubles of the world. This was, by far, the scariest thing that I have done since coming here. I have never driven out at night in order to go to areas where I know people are doing drugs on the streets in order to evangelize to them. What was scary for me was the fact that, being on the streets, there was no protection like we had in the jails - you never know if someone who is high is going to randomly decide to pull out a blade on us or a gun...thanks to God, we were kept safe in that situation. And it was amazing to see Italo in his element, playing the guitar and getting these young - high - people to sing worship songs, hugging them, smiling all the time, and telling them how much he cares about them and showing them his care more through his actions than through his words. After some testimonies were shared by some of the Denver group, we got into small groups to talk and pray with the young people about the things on their hearts. One kid said he had some sort of sickness of the mind where he thinks bad thoughts...an older gentleman was struggling with his eye-sight and another older gentleman was experiencing pain in one of his feet.
After praying, we handed out sandwiches and drinks to them - that's when things got a little bit more crazy and scary. They were desperate for any food they could get. They tried to hide the sandwiches they were already given in order that they might receive another. They asked us to give them our coats (it's rainy season here in Guate - I can only imagine how cold it gets on the streets when it rains....), they were scrambling to get the few ponchos that were being handed out and some started getting mad that they didn't get a poncho and others did...it was so sad...we wanted to do so much more for them.... Although I was relieved to leave (because the chaos was kinda scary), it was really hard to leave that night. We had only been there for maybe an hour and were starting to get cold...they were still going to be on the streets after we left. We were going back to our warm apartment and were able to change into warm and dry clothes while they had to sit under an overhang in their cold and damp clothes. A number of these young people were really kids - they looked like they were maybe 10 years old - bleary-eyed and reeking of the glue....
We are so blessed with our nice homes and abundant food...and, sadly, have no idea how blessed we really are.
Thursday was our second jail experience, this time in a prison called Chimaltenango. This was, by far, one of the (if not the) most incredible experiences of my life. At this point in our trip, no one was feeling all that great physically, including just about every member of the Denver group who had a lot of stomach issues going on. We were all feeling weak and not sure if we had what it would take to go to another prison and minister through the arts and conversation. Well, just let me say that, when we are weak, HE is strong! We walked into a much better ventilated room (so the smell of marijuana wasn't so strong) and, immediately, I felt this peace in which I knew that this was the place I was supposed to be and the time I was supposed to be there. I just jumped right in and started shaking the guys' hands and talking with them. Early on, I met this guy named Jorge. He's my age, early 20's. We did some small talk for a little while...some talk about sports. We laughed about my lack of knowledge of sports and specific players that they liked. Somewhere in that conversation, the topic turned to his family and the fact that they are really far away and can't visit them. He hasn't seen anyone in his family for 5 months and this is really hard for him. I asked if there was anything specifically I could pray for on his behalf - he said to pray for his family: his mother who is sick and his two siblings. I wrote down some specific prayer requests and told him I would for sure keep praying for him and his family. I have kept my promise.
(For more specific info on our prison experiences, check out this post on Kent's blog.)
After the arts program, we were lead into the living area of the inmates. I ended up translating for a group of about 4-5 guys and two young women from Denver: Ignacia and PK. Here are some highlights from our conversation:
- no sin is worse than another in God's eyes - a sin is a sin
- Jesus is like your homeboy - someone who is like a close friend; someone who you can talk to anytime - not just in church; someone who is always there for you even when you tell him to leave, he's there for you because he loves you
- Even though family is not there, Jesus is always there with his arms wide open waiting for you to enter into them
- a number of them said it was amazing that we were there because nobody comes to visit them...
Q: Have you ever visited a prison before?
A: No. But we are here because we heard that people from Guatemala think of you as people without value - like someone who has a really severe disease; someone who no one wants to talk with or touch...and we want you to know that you do have value - you have value in God's eyes and in our own. It is our hope that you will see our love for you as God's love for you. After we walk out those doors, we will never forget you and will continue to pray for you, your family here - your homeboys - and your families...that you will one day accept Jesus into your hearts and have the peace that only God can give. A peace that lets us know that things are going to be ok amidst painful times.
**this was a time when I was thankful that I had a past I could share with the guys - a rocky past that some of them could relate to. PK shared a similar past experience in her life as well...and I know that God used our stories because one man looked like he had tears in his eyes. The rest of the guys stood and listened with intent expressions on their faces - they seemed very interested in what we had to say, especially knowing that we didn't have the easiest childhood.
- I know the Holy Spirit used us there to plant seeds...I just pray that these seeds take root and begin to grow soon
- this doesn't happen inside the jails because the guys don't want to abandon their family/fellow gang members
Friday evening, Kent and I went to a local restaurant called Katok for dessert, and something to drink. We ended up talking for a while about our experiences here so far, what we are learning, and what we hope to carry back with us in our lives back in the US. We are still in the middle of this conversation, but here are some of the key things we have learned so far:
- the idea of Incarnational Theology - truly doing what Jesus did: reaching the least , the last, and the lost of society for his kingdom
- not just sitting home asking God what we should do in our neighborhoods, but actually going out into our neighborhoods and asking the people what they need, and then ask God to help make that possible
- fighting the idea that we bring God somewhere...God is already there...God is in the deepest and darkest places - we just go there to see what God is doing and to participate in that work
We still have much to digest, but it is amazing what God is doing here in Guatemala and how his work here and our participation in it is touching our hearts and our lives very deeply. The jail ministry has really touched us...so much so that we are going back tomorrow.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Hello all. Sorry I've been a little lacking on my blogging lately. Kent and I haven't been up to a whole lot in the past week (due to writing sermons, both feeling under the weather with some colds, etc), so I took a little break. Mostly for family, I decided to post some pictures of our home away from home so you can visualize our 5-week residence. It really is perfect for the two of us.
First, we can't forget about our bathroom-dwelling friend, la cucaracha, we have "affectionately" dubbed as Cuddles:
 Cuddles loves to visit us in the evenings - especially, it seems, the times that I have to go to the bathroom...his presence is usually (meaning always) NOT received well by me. I still shudder when I look at these pictures, but thought you all needed to see what we see most days of the week.
 Here's the Liderazgo Juvenil with the group from Maranatha CRC standing right out front (when I took this picture, I was standing in the same place as I was when I took the picture of our apartment (below) - that will give you a little idea of how close we are to this leadership training facility). If you look to the far left, you will a green gate - that is always locked and you need a key to get into the area where we live. Kent and I feel very safe here.
Our apartment:
 The windows by the balcony lead to our bedroom.
 The gate we have to walk through to get to the stairs (immediately to the right on the other side of the gate) that lead to our apartment door.
 The stairs - you can see a small part of the gate at the very bottom.
 The entrance to our little Guatemalan home :)
Inside:
 This is what you see when you walk in the door: our dining room. You can see a small part of the door that leads to our bedroom on the right.
 Our kitchen (looking at it/the entrance from the other side of the dining area). We have a little refrigerator on the floor (to the right) and a few shelves behind the door where we keep our groceries. When we are home during the day, we usually keep this front door open to get a little breeze moving through the apartment.
 Our bedroom. Our internet access works the best when we're sitting at that little blue desk. To the left of the desk we have a small closet and dresser.
Iglesia Evangelica: "El Mensaje de Vida": This is the church that Kent and I do most of our work throughout the week. As you can see there are gates all around the church that are locked during the week. Israel - the really nice janitor who lives with his wife and 5 kids in a section that is connected to the church (right of this picture inside the gate) - is usually the one who lets us in and out when we come here to work. The church is about a 5 minute drive from our apartment.
Kent and I continue to enjoy our time here. We have a few meetings set up with some worship leaders at El Mensaje de Vida to talk about what their vision is for the church and their teams, to ask them questions, to allow them to ask us questions, and then to share with them the things we have learned by being Worship Apprentices and student workers for the Calvin Institute of Christian Worship throughout the past few years. Kent typed up an 8-page "Worship 101"-type document to hand out to the worship leaders (some of whom speak English) and I am going to attempt translating the document into Spanish for those who speak very little or no English. We are both excited about these opportunities to meet with these people and spark a conversation with them about worship - we look forward to learning from them as much as we hope they learn a little something from us.
Friday, July 06, 2007
Friends, family and fellow bloggers,
I just heard news that one of Kent's (and now one of my) cousins - Kelsey, a very active and very fun-loving sophomore in college - was just diagnosed with cancer. Here is a part of an email I received today:
"The mass is cancerous, it is Hodgkins Lymphoma and they were able to remove approx. 70% of it as it had wrapped around bronchial tubes. They had to go in through the chest and since this is a major surgery to recover from she will need to do that and then start chemo."
This news comes as a shock to all of us, but we know that God is the Great Physician and has the power to heal. Let us join together and pray for a supernatural healing that only God can do.
Two days ago, Kent and I were picked up by Howard to listen in on a discussion with parents and youth leaders led by him. By the way, if not already mentioned in another post, Howard's passion is training those who lead young people. He used to be a youth leader himself and then grew to love training leaders. Anyway, the discussion was about limits and freedom and how much of each we should give to young people. Of course, this was all in Spanish so I did my best to translate for Kent - this time it was more difficult because some construction was going on behind where our group was and, as in normal discussions, people comment on what other people say, making it harder to make out all the words of the one voice I'm trying to hear. It was good practice for me.
Afterwards, Kent went to the church to work on his sermon and I went back to the apartment. Later that evening, Heidi, Howard's wife, picked me up from the apartment so we could pick up our spouses from the church. They then took us to a really large church about 15 minutes away so we could listen in on their weekly radio program called "The Bunker" - it's an hour long program just for teens. The teens can send them MSN instant messages, emails, text messages, etc, asking them questions about anything (they mostly end up asking about dating and relationships) and the two of them work together to answer the questions. Every so often, a song is played (which are the 3 songs picked by Howard, Heidi, and the man running the behind-the-scenes stuff. It was so cool to sit in the same room as Howard and Heidi as they ran the show, wearing the same headphones as them, and trying our best to pick up on what they were saying. Some of the questions the teens had were:
- How long should people date before they get married?
- I have lost faith in God - can you help me?
- I have a friend who is attracted to both sexes, is confused and doesn't know what to do. What do I tell him?
- I feel bad because I haven't been praying very much - what do I do?
These are 4 of about 7 or 8 questions that Heidi and Howard tackled that evening. Most of the other ones, again, centered around dating.
That evening, Kent and I were just hanging out in our apartment talking when we heard what sounded like a lot of shooting going on. We jumped and, at first, didn't know what to do...and then we figured out that fireworks were exploding about a block away from our apartment. We walked out onto one of our outdoor patios and watched the various colored fireworks sizzling, booming, and banging away. Kent suddenly felt patriotic and began singing, "America, America, God shed his grace on thee...." :) It was a pleasant surprise to have fireworks on the 4th of July - something neither one of us was expecting at all. For me, it made me feel a little more at home and/or it gave me the sense that home wasn't so far away. Kent and I later found out that the fireworks represented the end of the meetings of the International Olympic Committee that had been taking place in hotels only blocks away from us (Vladmir Putin, president of Russia, was staying in one of the hotels we drive by almost daily) in Guatemala City. Cool, huh?
Yesterday was a pretty low-key day. Kent and I went to church from 8-3 so Kent could work on his sermon and so I could work on some curriculum. Later that evening, we walked next door to the Liderazgo Juvenil for a pizza party that was being thrown in honor of the Maranatha group that left today. Pizza never tasted so good. :) The festivities ended with a let's-see-who-can-hit-and-break-open-the-Spiderman-piñata party (we'll try to post some pictures of this later). It was a lot of fun to watch - especially when Joel came up to bat!
We said our good-byes to the the Maranatha group - especially the 6 leaders. Please pray for them as they head home tomorrow (they left this morning to go to a Mayan village and to spend some time at a lake and sleep in a hotel). Pray especially for a couple people who got sick yesterday - probably from dehydration - and that nobody else will get sick. It's no fun to travel when you feel cruddy!!!
We went back to our apartment to watch Sweet Home Alabama - a movie we downloaded from iTunes the other day because we don't have really anything to do in our free time. We got through most of it and then my computer died. I had forgotten my power cord at the church so we'll just have to finish the movie tonight.
As for today - which marks our 1st full week of being here - we're doing more of the same: sitting in Howard's office at church (Howard is in Mexico until Sunday) working on a sermon and curriculum. We are still doing well, although I have the feeling that I'm on the verge of being sick - my throat has been feeling a little scratchy/ticklish the last couple of days. Please pray that this doesn't turn into anything. Also, Kent is still working out a few things with his sermon - pray that God will give him the wisdom to figure out those kinks.
We love you all and miss you. Hope you had a great 4th of July and were able to catch up on some needed R&R!
Thursday, July 05, 2007
As most/all of you probably know by now, Kent and I recently got married on June 23 - not even 2 full weeks ago! We had a wonderful photographer, Melissa, who did an amazing job being discrete during the service and capturing priceless moments (thanks, Melissa!). I recently checked out her blog and found this entry about weddings she has photographed - a few of our pictures made the blog! You should check them out. :)
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
DAY 2: Volcán Pacaya  On the way to Volcán Pacaya, we saw many vehicles with people riding causally in the back.
 We got stopped by a bunch of cows crossing the road...twice :) After walking for about 1 1/2-2 hours, we got to the top and were able to see the actual volcano - one of the most active volcanoes in Central America - and the red lava slowly flowing down the side. This is the Maranatha group crossing the initial section of lava that just goes on and on - it is very thick (of course it was hard) and very sharp. A number of us had cuts on our legs by the time our trip was over. These lava remnants are from an explosion that happened here about a year ago.
 There I am (in the orange shirt) climbing through the lava - you can see it is EVERYWHERE. You can also see lots of people ahead of us who are weaving in and out through the rough path that had kind of been made for those wanting to get closer to the fresh lava. We ended up climbing a little past the place where you can see the smallest person at the top of the hill in this picture.
 Here you can see the lava. It doesn't look that big to us here, but some people who we didn't know who got close to the lava and saw some pieces of it fall said those pieces looked like small cars. Needless to say, we stayed at a safe distance.
 As we got closer to the lava, we definitely felt heat coming through the hardened lava - as Kent described it in one of his entries, it was like walking through a bunch of hot car hoods. We could even see steam coming through in some areas. We stopped at this point so we could make and eat "volcano dogs" (a.k.a. hot dogs cooked over hot spots in the hardened lava).
 Volcano dogs. :)
(Joel is in the #87 jersey)
 We did it!DAY 4: La Limonada
 The view we saw when we first got there. Imagine looking at this and smelling garbage...
 The view from the 3rd story window of the mission we worked in. This goes on for miles in all directions. Notice all the garbage below the bridge - it was all over the place and all throughout the stream below. When we first walked up to this place (from the right side of the picture) to cross over the bridge, I saw a man take a huge cardboard box and just toss it over the side of the bridge into the water.
 Me with 3 boys I met. The one in the middle ended up being a big handful throughout the morning session. It's so sad because the innocent kids who live here get stuck in the cross-fire of gangs, violence, drugs, etc and the hostility becomes a part of these kids and how they survive. Thanks to God for people like Tita who have made this mission a safe place for kids to come so they can know there is another and better way to live.
 Opening time of singing.
 Snack time (one of the 4 sessions). Liz - one of the translators for the day - is in the middle with the oldest group of kids leading a game of "Hot Potato" (Papa caliente). Sherry and I are standing off to the side listening and participating when we can (but Liz basically led this session).
 An exciting game of Pato, pato, gonzo (Duck, Duck, Goose) with some of the younger kids.
 After each session, small groups walked around (with a translator) to different homes to pray for/with the people who lived there and whatever specific needs they desired prayer for. Our first stop was to the pink and white house just beyond the person in this picture. The woman who we prayed for here is named Miriam. She and her children are all Christians. Her husband is unfaithful to her and abuses her. One of her daughters (who could not have been more than 4) attended the morning session and I had remembered her vividly because she had a very sweet smile and came up to me and gave me a big hug - when I saw her walk through the door with that winner smile on her face, it made my heart ache that this is the home in which she is growing up in.
Ok, now I am going to switch geers completely...be warned.
RANDOM YET MEMORABLE: First rice and beans-making experience abroad
 Inside of our little apartment, Kent is holding one of the pots from our first grocery shopping experience. Inside is rice. Those of you who have made rice know that you need to bring it to a boil and then turn down the oven to let it simmer for X amount of time. Well, in our case, we turned the knob down...but the flames didn't do likewise; SO, for the next 20 minutes, we ended up taking turns holding the pot in the air so it would simmer instead of boil.
  Making the most of this memorable experience together. :)
 Normally when Kent and I make rice and beans, we use black beans and diced or stewed tomatoes. This time, Kent said we should add corn. Great idea...however, we didn't have a can opener and the corn was the only vegetable we bought that didn't have a peel-the-lid-back kind of lid. Kent went next door to see if he could find one at the Liderazgo Juvenil. In the meantime, I open up the can of black beans - only to find that we had bought refried beans - and stewed tomatoes - only to find that we bought a kind of tomato sauce instead. At that time, Kent comes back with a half-mutilated can of corn that he (and about 3 other people from the Liderazgo) had attempted to open with a knife. He then discovered the mistake we had made with our other vegetable purchases and we decided to laugh about it and see what we could make of this meal. There was a very small opening in the corn can so Kent tried to get the corn out with a knife. It wasn't working very well so I tried shaking the can and more ended up coming out a lot quicker - which is what you see above. FINALLY sitting down to enjoy our hard-earned meal with some tortilla chips and Sprite.
 Presenting...the non-appealing, non-easy making, yet great tasting meal.
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Rodolfo y Anamiriam
(L to R) Me, Rodolfo (menor), Louisa, Andrea
Roy :)
Me and Roy playing
Martita (with coffee pot in hand) and Joel (in the middle in the background - sorry, at this point that's the best picture I have of them)
Summer, Maynor and Alex
Howard, Eliet, Heidi, me
Marvin and Cody
Marilyn and Joel
Monica, Kent, Tita, me
front: Joel (with computer)
Kent, Gari, Tigre, Cody, me
me and Q
Kent and Samaka: the Beige and Brown Brothers :)
