On Monday, I went for an early walk, & ran into the mother of a young man who asked Jesus into his life last year. When I asked her about Javier, she motioned for me to walk with her to find him. Plan "B" coming up! She has bad feet, so we walked VERY slowly - first to find some fresh fish to buy. (she knows not ONE word of English). After finding a place that had the fish she wanted, I told her I had shoes"zapatos" for her at my trailer. She followed me, and we found her a pair she liked, she threw her ripped & worn ones in the trash, and we proceeded to a little store that had groceries. Then she took me down little paths, and places I had never been before. Finally, we got to the tiny casa where Javier lived. While she started to prepare breakfast for her son, a neighbor who knew English told me he wasn't coming back for an hour! By this time, I had already been gone for 1& 1/2 hours, & was so lost, I called Peter to come "find" me on his scooter! We eventually found Javier the next day, but it's always a process!

We decided to go to the beach for a rest, but a line of workers & neighbors from the hotel & surrounding area, started to come in streams to get shoes. Four hours later, we just collapsed in the shade & rested! That evening, the Pastor & his wife came for a visit, & invited us to their home for supper & we had a refreshing time with them! God always knows best!