Life in Bogota is about as easy as it gets anywhere. The one thing that's missing, though, is church. If you're a southerner, you understand that going to church on Sunday is pretty much ritual. It's just what you do for those two hours before you go to lunch at the local Sunday lunch restaurant.
We tried the one English-language, non-Catholic church here last year upon arrival and it was just not for us. I won't get into all the reasons, but we held out as long as we could and then gave up.
Thankfully, Mac's religious education isn't in jeopardy. Some friends decided to start a children's Sunday school class on Sunday mornings, and today was their first class. Mac loved it and was able to tell us all about what he'd learned when we picked him up. Now we have to work on that memory verse for next week!
For Sunday school, I am truly thankful.
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I think I know which church you mean and it didn't stick with us either. A few reasons. But maybe if you and Jimmy and Mac had been there when we'd started we'd have stayed!
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