Hey gang. I am here in the Hotel Verdado again. Only six minutes to blog this one. The band is about to start up and I have a cigar in my pocket. It has been raining gatos and perros all day. Not a great day for sightseeing.
In the past week the team has logged over 14 hours in a van traveling each night to a new church. Alemendares, Madruga, Pedro Betancourt, Yumuri and Jovellanos. In those 5 churches we worked with almost 300 kids. Sharing the gospel of JC with each of them. What a great time. We are all exhausted and looking forward to coming home.
Oddly enough I already miss my Cuban friends and we havent left the island yet.
Prayer watch…
Tomorrow we leave the hotel at 12. Flight to leave at 3 for Miami. With that storm in the gulf..who knows what will really happen. Keep our travels in your prayers. God has provided everything for us. We learned that electricity is not really a necessity like I thought.
Gotta run. Clock ticking and I have to post.
See ya from the Ohio HQ on Sunday.
Funny addition:
So I am sitting at the bar. Smoking a mediocre Cuban cigar. Was a gift from dinner on Saturday night. So I am trying to look cool at the bar. Watching the above mentioned band. Talking to a Mexican tourist. He speaks very good english. We are both watching people and laughing.
So. To set the stage. I am in Havana. In a hotel lobby bar. Not a care in the world. Then the concierge approaches me and asks if I am Bryan. I do the double look. Once over my right shoulder. Once over the left shoulder. Looked at the man speaking broken english.
Me: Yes I am Bryan
Him: Sir, you have a phone call at the front desk.
Me: thinking.o0O Who knows I am here.
Him: You call is waiting. Come with me.
Me: A bit nervous. I follow him.
(Me at the phone)
Me: Hello?
Voice on the other end: Bryan?
Me: Leroy?
Voice: Yea.
Me: What do you want?
Leroy: Bring me a bottle of water when you come up.
Me: (laughing) alright.
Here I am thinking there is some kinda weird 1950′s movie plot about to unfold in this hotel..and it was just my roomie asking for a bottle of water. Too funny.

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