Gomeria

Well, Pastor George and Jeanne are in Orlando for a few weeks and they left us their car to use while they are gone. We are a two-car family once again. Of course that was until today when the left front tire started going flat. There is a tiny tire repair place, gomeria, in Charamicos a neighborhood close to where we live. Melissa was driving the flat, so I met here their and we switched cars. It was actually a short wait in Dominican standards. I was only there for maybe 30 minutes. They were working on a few motorconchos, the motorcycle taxis that are common transportation for the area. Kate noted the other day, "I think there are more motorcycles than cars here." She is right. They were banging tires onto the motorcycles with a flat piece of metal. It seemed downright prehistoric, or as though they had my handyman technique down, you can fix anything with a hammer!!! Then all of a sudden they pull out a air compression powered lug nut remover. What??? One minute they are bullying a tire into place with a piece of metal, and then they pull out a power tool? You just never know. And speaking of never knowing, it cost me all of 50 pesos. That is just over $1.50 (32 pesos to the dollar if you want to do the math) or the equivalant of two 12 ounce cans of Dr. Pepper. The entire process consisted of waiting about 15 minutes while they hammered the motorcycles, then the guy jacks up the car, brings over the power tool to remove the lug nuts, rolls the tire into the repair shack (I took a picture, but only had my cell phone and don't know how to get it off the phone and actually us it), I wait another 10 minutes he rolls the tire back out, puts it on, and says it was a clavo. A what I ask, he says he'll bring it out. It's a nail. My new spanish word of the day is clavo. I pay 50 pesos and hope they really patched it. Just a little bit of today's adventures.

Dominican Rush Hour - Stuck Behind Four Cows

I went to Tuesday morning prayer at the big tent with about five members of the
Spanish church. 

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I learned that 7:00 prayer starts around 7:30.  I know that they
spent some time praying for me "el misionero de la clnica".  It is good to know
when people are talking about you!

As I left the prayer meeting I was driving down one of the main streets and
found myself stuck behind four cows and a calf.  They were not in a hurry to get
where they were going.  I couldn't get around them and they didn't care if I
honked my horn.  It was just one of those times where I think, "This is my life
now!"