Just had to say goodbye to some of our most favorite people in the world. Such a bittersweet moment. And even confused by the words ‘missing home.’ When you are a vagabond such a concept starts to blur it’s lines. We couldn’t be more grateful to God for the past 4 months here and the expanse of revelation we have been given on family, life and living. My heart is more full than when we arrived and for that I am incredibly grateful.
Oh yeah. We cooked a pig yesterday. Well, sort of. Here’s the thing, sometimes when you have all the fancy tools to do something right it all goes wrong. That happened to be our exact scenario last night. It’s 7pm, guests are arriving in 30, we feel the soil on top of underground oven, and, its ice cold. Oh $%^&! Lucky for us, Candido is an avid hunter and has a full on butcher shop in his man cave. We quickly pulled the raw pig from it’s grave, hacked the crapola out of it, and started batch grilling it in their indoor wood barbecue. The result - pure genius. And another life lesson learned. Well two actually. The first is, if you don’t work hard to make something happen the result is usually shite, and secondly, don’t worry about nothing, there is always a solution, just throw meat over hot fire and be happy!
So that was yesterday. A night of Italian company, laughter, meat, booze and meat with incredible people. Tonight, pretty much the same thing but narrowed down to our family. Camerotas, Caffreys and Curry. That is how we say goodbye. Ace’s to Kings, some tears and abundant love.
We are truly going to miss this place. I can’t help but look back to my first post and wonder, “did I accomplish all I was hoping for on day 1,” and the answer is a resounding yes. Thank you Jesus for life and life to the fullest. San Diego, here we come.
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