God's gas

Today started out on the worst side. I woke up nauseous and not in the best mood. I slept till about 10 and then headed to Spanish class. From here things went up hill!
Dates are an amazing thing. Especially when its with friends you love. Laura and I went out on a date this afternoon. We walked for awhile till we got to a ice cream place Greg had shown us earlier. We sat and talked about how we were doing physically, spiritually, and how we were doing homesick wise while we ate amazing ice cream. It was so nice to have a one-on-one girl talk.
Tonight was Greg’s last night here with us so he wanted to take us out for something special. We went to a nice restaurant called ‘The Jump of the Monk’ but in Spanish. We walked out by the ocean and took pictures on a huge rock where the waves were crashing behind us.
We headed inside and had some drinks, apple pie, and pancakes and ice cream. Super good!! We had a great time talking with Greg and spending the last night with him.
Where the restaurant was, there weren’t many taxies so one of the waiters offered to drive us to a place where we could find one. We all piled into a small van and started out. I don’t think the lady knew exactly what she was doing because the windshield wipers kept turning on and it was making funny noises. We started up this sharp hill and the van dies. We ran out of gas. We all start panicking because behind us is a curve, where at any minute someone could come fling around it, and we were in the middle of the road. Greg offers to drive and he gets in. He starts to back up and realizes that we have gas. So he punches the gas and we start driving. And I have to say that Greg makes a pretty good Peruvian driver! We make it to the gas station and we thank God for the gas that we didn’t think was there.
We walk out by the road to catch a taxi and we see one who has its rear windshield wipers on but it doesn’t have a blade, so it looks like a stubbly little tail on the back of this taxi. We laughed until we were nearly crying.
We finally got into 2 different taxies. Sarah, Breanne, Roxy, and I in one and Dave, Laura, and Greg in the other. My taxi took off first and we were just enjoying the ride and talking about the night. I asked Sarah to roll up the window and she said she couldn’t because there wasn’t a handle. The driver understands what is going on and hands Sarah the handle from the dash. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I burst into another fit of laughter. All of the sudden honking when off, which isn’t abnormal, but we looked over and its Greg’s taxi coming up beside us. We waved and took pictures. On their taxi there was a New York Yankee sticker on the windshield, blue neon lights all over, and sounded like a motorcycle. Pretty hard core. We raced each other the whole way. I don’t think our taxi driver was as into the racing as the other one was. He was laughing the whole way and was flashing lights at us. And he was pretty stocked about me being a Yankee fan also. I made a new friend!!
We made it home safely and had tons of fun. All in all… today was one of the best days of my life. So fun and relaxed. Just plain out amazing.