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Mi Casa Nueva

Just a few glimpses of my home in Costa Rica.
One view from my window.




Two photos of my room and the tree can be seen from another view in the window. When my family showed me the room, Vivi (mi hermana nueva en Costa Rica) excitedly pointed out this tree from the window. The roof lies right beneath my window. When the afternoon and evening rain hits, it creates a melody ideal for studying or perfect for a lullaby.

Here are some views of the neighborhood. The houses are gated in and the neighborhood has three small parks and lots of foliage. The surrounding area reveal a diverse collection of buildings. We have an ambulance call center behind the residential, perfect for the children who may injure themselves in one of the small parks. A mini super market is just up the hill, owned by a Chinese man. Apparently many "mini supers" have Chinese owners. So, the locals call these marts, "Chino." They are itty bitty and typically have unbeatable deals for on the go necessities. Farther down the road, lies a giant Mormon church. And finally, there is a funeral home with caskets elegantly displayed in the window. Definitely a diverse collection that makes me giggle just a little bit every time I think about it.
Wherever you lay your head at night, may you rest in the arms of the Lord. As Oswald Chambers said, "Make the determination to abide in Jesus wherever you are now or wherever you may be placed in the future."
All my love,
Gennavieve

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