It’s so fun in S. America every one you greet, you greet with a kiss. Well not every one, in Chile and Brasil one greets with a kiss to the girls and a shake of the hand with boys. But in Argentina one kisses everyone and it’s nothing. Really it’s a kiss in the air while pressing each other’s right cheeks together. Very unAmerican.

Today we went to an other church building to paint and work on other projects around the building. It was a good day. I went with an intern, Ashley, to get some fruit in the morning for lunch, and honestly I thought I was going to vomit. The smell in the area we were in was horendous, truly - worse than the Bangkok sewers. It smelled like old cheese and car exhaust, just nasty.

Tonight, four of us were invited to go to a small group Bible study at a member’s home. We, the four, shared about our faith - joys, struggles, why we were here, etc - with the group. One of the guy’s birthday was today, so we had cake for him and the father of the household made baloon animals. His name is Jorge, he’s deaf, but with my signing background he is very easy to comprehend. He actually does not use Argentine sign language, but his own he created and taught his wife and children. Amazing and very easy to understand. Great people.

Good night. Too bad for the Spurs.