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​April's DR ladies night - a monthly-ish get-together of missionary and seminary ladies for snacks and usually an activity of some sort - was a despedida doble  in honor of "Mrs. Wareham to be." Oh wait, that's me! Despedida  is one of those words we usually say in Spanish for whatever reason; it can be translated as something like a goodbye or going away party. It was  doble  (double) because it was exactly that plus a  despedida de soltera  (bachelorette party). The play on words only works in Spanish! We took a group photo (below) and then dove into the food: charcuterie, because evidently the time I turned a couple of folding tables in the office into giant charcuterie boards for an all-team meeting was pretty memorable.  One of the seminary wives brought apple slices - arranged into the shape of a heart in the center.  First on the agenda was a trivia game that I of course couldn't play because I knew all the answers. Turns out Katie Weber k...

Our final countdown (last full week) started on Easter Sunday. Josh participated in a service for the last time, as crucifer and then by assisting during the Gospel processional.  The Kreys invited us over that evening to celebrate Easter, their oldest daughter's 17th birthday, and a visit from DR seminary graduate Kevin and his new wife Valentina. I contributed a salad to our turkey dinner. Afterwards, we played an intense , 16-person game of spoons. Becca, eliminated early, played a different song each round. One of them might  have actually been "The Final Countdown," but I'm not positive. I might have gotten 4-of-a-kind a couple of times... ...which propelled me into the final - against Josh! I promise there was no collusion happening, and Josh was victorious in the end.  We essentially had one event per day scheduled the rest of the week, filling the rest of our time with cards, naps, Amazon Prime, and packing. Of course we hit the botanical garden first thing e...

​Much like I did as I prepared for my move here , I held a venta por mudanza (moving sale) on what turned out to be a beautiful Saturday morning to get rid of anything that won't be coming to St. Louis with me. It went exactly as expected, in large part due to my KISS philosophy of pre-sale prep:  Piles in my empty back room grew by a little bit every day or couple of days until this is what Josh & I were faced with carting outside the morning of the sale. Early on, I wisely started categorizing items by price: RD$100 (~$1.64), RD$200 (~$3.29), or FREE.  I'd shared a Google sheet of individually priced big ticket items back in January but still managed to fill four borrowed tables with things I cleared out of closets, cabinets, drawers, and shelves.  Yes, I would put out a plate of homemade treats ( molasses crinkle scones and pumpkin chocolate chip cookies ). Josh put on some tunes to round out the vibe.  Cutest shopper (but no, they didn't buy the mug)! At the...

​Holy Week in the Dominican Republic is synonymous with one of two things: the beach or the mountains.  While we as Lutherans value gathering together with our church families for the holy days of the triduum, beginning with a Maundy Thursday service this evening, the early part of a week with no work/school nationwide was perfect for an overnight getaway to Santo Domingo to see friends Franco & Kelsey and their 16 mo. old daughter Anza one more time; I've known them since they were just novios .   We made an 8 min. detour on the way into town to see Parque Logístico CCN , the enormous, new-ish (2022) distribution center/factory complex owned by the parent company of my favorite grocery store and where Franco works when he's not at his corporate office.  After passing through airport-esque security, we started by peeking into a warehouse with 70+ semi-truck bays (A-C on the map below) for incoming deliveries and shelving stacked 5-6 levels high with product that'...

​Another last : Sunday (March 22) at my church, Cordero de Dios in Licey al Medio.  I've been a faithful member since early in my tenure here and even served one extremely elongated term as treasurer ...whenever I was in the country, that is. My frequent travels meant I missed many a council meeting and often needed a backup to count & record the offering.  Why so early, you ask, with three Sundays remaining? I wanted Josh to be with me because a) I knew it'd be an emotional day; and b) he's the reason I'm leaving. He needed to be at his church for Palm Sunday, Easter, and his own despedida , so we worked backwards.  The congregation gifted me a beautiful necklace with Dominican amber and a cross pendant.  Josh & I with... Seminarian Francisco (Chile) & his wife Macarena.  The Rev. Sergio Fritzler.  The Davis family, of Chopped fame - some of my closest non-missionary expat friends. They joined Cordero de Dios mere months after my arrival....

Now that the cat's out of the bag  and I'm living the "retired" life (see photo, although the piles of stuff in my formerly empty back room would say otherwise...) I'm going to do my best to fill in as many of the gaps as possible for you, Q&A-style.  Q: When are you leaving the DR?  A: Josh & I will fly to St. Louis together on Monday, April 13.  Q: When and where are you getting married?  A: October 3, 2026, at my home church, St. Paul's in Des Peres, MO. Get all the deetz on our wedding website .  Q: What's left in terms of Josh's studies?  A: He has one more year of classroom learning, which will begin in mid-August. Lord willing, he'll graduate in May 2027 and "walk" with the class behind him (since international vicarages are 2 years).  Q: What are your summer plans? A: Wedding planning! No but actually...dress shopping, suit shopping, cake tasting, and more. Boring stuff: physicals, dentist appointments. Hopefully buying a ...

I'd just finished annihilating Josh at rummy when Dana sent me a WhatsApp message.  [8:07 pm]: Are you at the monument watching the game?!​ *Me, 8:29 pm: Spontaneously orders an Uber from Josh's apartment to the Monument to watch the DR play the US in the World Baseball Classic* There were thousands  of people. If I hadn't realized the depth to which this island worships baseball, I did now. Bars and restaurants were packed and illegal broadcasts were projected on the sides of otherwise nondescript trucks, but you didn't even need to be near one of the bajillions of screens airing the matchup to know what was happening; the crowd's collective reactions told all.  As we abandoned the Uber and scurried up a dirt path to the base of the Monument, it started sprinkling.  By the time we found a spot where we could see the screen if we craned our necks, it was full-on pouring.  I was that most miserable of combinations - cold AND wet - but the rain worked to our advan...