Here we come!
A team of Methodist mission minded people, 30 in all, going on down to Costa Rica.
This is the Methodist Center where we stayed all week.
Our gracious hosts, Dorabas and David were, well, gracious.
We slept and ate most of our meals here.
Chapel in the center of the grounds at the Methodist Center.
First look at the construction site where we would be working all week.
Tuetal Sur Methodist Church.
This is the back of the church (on the left) and the education center.
The ramp, also on the left, was the reason our family attended the trip.
Daddio saw the ramp and said, "We are going there."
It was slightly scary and unstable.
Greeting Pastor Victor's wife, Gracia.
Lovely lady who cooked for us and allowed us to invade her home.
I love old vans.
The VW is my favorite, but this one is right up there.
I was not really taking pics of the van, though.
I was amazed by the coffee plants that peak over the fence.
Coffee plants are everywhere.
I love coffee.
I love Costa Rica.
I love Costa Rican coffee.
A trip through town left us with our mouths open because of the electrical lines.
We were thinking that this is pretty scary.
Pastor Victor says they have a lot of power outages.
First day in Costa Rica proved a little much for 2Groovydude.
He couldn't take it anymore.
Daddio and Mike.
Meeting of the minds in the church doorway.
I don't know if they are keeping people in or out.
Wow, beautiful vegetation, coffee plants, of course, and mountains in the background.
Next stop, coffee plantation!
My heaven on earth.
I actually learned some things, too.
But first things first.
We had lunch on a banana leaf.
I'm pretty sure I have never eaten off a banana leaf before.
I felt the need to share.
Daddio, after his banana leaf plate lunch.
He looks happy.
We drank tons of coffee samples also.
We were very talkative on the tour.
Daddio and 2Groovydude soaking up the culture.
Every place is open air and the temperatures were perfect.
60 degrees at night and around 80 degrees during the day.
My kind of weather.
Doka coffee plantation is the main supplier for Starbucks.
Did I mention the feeling of being in heaven?
Oh yeah, but I will mention it again.
Omar? I think that was his name, anyway, this is our tour guide,
who taught us all about the coffee from seed to cup.
I like the cup part best.
So, yes, this is not a coffee plant.
It is a banana plant.
They provide water and keep the pests off the coffee.
Thank you, banana plant.
View from Doka dining room.
Bags of coffee just lying around.
Could you pull the truck around, please, so I can load it with coffee?
Oh, wait, we don't have our truck here.
I did load up with plenty to bring home.
2Groovydude was very amazed at the bird of paradise flowers.
He's a smart boy.
2Groovydude also tanked up on plenty of coffee.
(I thought he would never go to sleep.)
What can you do?
We were at a coffee plantation.
More bananas? Plantains? I'm not sure I can tell the difference.
They just grow everywhere.
We are not in Oklahoma, Toto.
Okay, back to the mission.
I volunteered for cooking duty.
Gracia and some local ladies cooked for us and we helped out.
After the first couple of days, they asked if we would like to cook an American meal.
My friend, Susan, above, said yes.
Susan gets all the credit for the menu ideas and all the hard work.
I was just hanging around trying not to cut myself.
So here is our food.
Peach Dump Cake
Susan cooked the cake at the Methodist Center as we did not have access to an oven at the church site.
So, that was easy, not!
First of all, we had a little trouble with our fire for the chicken.
Luckily, Laurie and Carol, below, came to the rescue and cooked and fanned flames until
perfect chicken appeared.
It turned out wonderful.
Second, we did not know how expensive cheese was in Costa Rica.
Just the cheese for our Mac-n-Cheese was $80.
Anyway, we got some raised eyebrows from the locals, but when it was all done, they loved it.
Corn salad, recipe provided by Frances, above, no problem and tasty.
Also above, Frances' daughter, Nicole. Frances was one of our interpreters for the trip.
Somehow, I never got a good photo of Pastor Victor.
But he is behind Frances by the cooler.
(Look for him in my next post.)
In front of Victor are the ladies that cooked for us this week.
Gracia, Patricia, and Marielos.
Lovely ladies. So kind.
Bible school munchkins.
So handsome and with bright and shiny faces.
Boys will be boys.
Just like home.
Now, can you believe this?
This replaced that old scary ramp I showed you at the beginning.
I had nothing to do with this, but our group was so proud of those who completed this tough project.
Daddio worked on an electrical project all week and they also finished it.
It was in the midnight hour, but finished.