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	mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	mso-para-margin-left:0in; 	line-height:115%; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I try not to make New Year's Resolutions that are like:&lt;br /&gt;1. Lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat right.&lt;br /&gt;3. Exercise 5 times/week.&lt;br /&gt;4. etc, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I try not to make these resolutions is because I just feel bad about myself when I don't keep them. And the moment I mess up, I just give up for the rest of year. One bad day, and the other 364 are thrown out the window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I have one resolution this year, and it's more an "Area of Improvement" than a resolution. In 2010, I'm going to live in the present. I have a tendency to always be worried about what's next. I lose valuable moments with friends, family, and myself because I'm worried about the next step or what's coming. I've always got to have a plan, and I worry when things don't go as planned.My New Year's Resolution is to live in the here and now. Enjoy each moment for what it's worth. Don't take advantage of any time I have or any opportunities for trying something new. This year I'm going to take the time to learn more about myself and soak up the time I have with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-8739290005424764739?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8739290005424764739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=8739290005424764739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/8739290005424764739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/8739290005424764739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-new-year-new-decade.html' title='2010---A new year, a new decade!'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-5040645171590906620</id><published>2009-11-21T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T16:32:29.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABCs of Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>I saw this idea on somebody's facebook. They have been doing an ABCs of thankfulness since Thanksgiving is on the 26th of the month. Theirs was one a day since November 1, but I decided I liked the idea enough to do it all at once. So here goes (stick around...you might see yourself, if you're lucky).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Argentina. I am so thankful for the experience I had living in Argentina. I learned things about God, myself, and other people that I will never forget. I constantly think about the relationships I formed there and remember how evident God was to me in that work.&lt;br /&gt;B- Brenna. Brenna is an awesome roommate. She and I have laughed for hours watching our favorite Food and Game Show Network shows. She is someone you can be goofy or serious with. Because she works mostly from home, she is usually here when I get home from a day of teaching and is always eager to hear about my day!&lt;br /&gt;C- College. I am so thankful for the education I received at ACU, and each day I realize that it truly did prepare me for this next stage of life. The friendships that I formed there are ones that are such a blessing and I've enjoyed keeping up with everyone since graduation.&lt;br /&gt;D- Darby. I have the best brother-in-law! He truly loves and takes care of my sister better than anyone else can. He is such a hard worker in school, and I am so thankful that he is part of our family.&lt;br /&gt;E- Eternal Life. I am so thankful that I have an eternal life that is even better than this earthly life. I love my earthly life and to think that something could be better simply baffles me!&lt;br /&gt;F- Family and Friends. Of course, this had to be here. I am so blessed with an amazing community around me.&lt;br /&gt;G- God. I'm so thankful for my Father who is continually guiding me and showing me in which direction I should go. He has watched over me and brought me to this enjoyable point in my life.&lt;br /&gt;H- Hickey Elementary. I am so thankful that I got my teaching job. It has been such a blessing. I wake up everyone morning excited to go to work...what a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;I-  Identity. I am so thankful and so blessed to say that my identity is in Christ. Nothing I say or do defines who I am. I am simply and wonderfully a child of the almighty King. (That makes me a princess!!)&lt;br /&gt;J- Jeremy. What an incredible blessing he is! He is the best boyfriend. Truly thoughtful, encouraging, and supportive. He works so hard in school and I'm so proud of his accomplishments, and more so, of his heart for God,&lt;br /&gt;K- Kayla. My one and only sister. She and I have such a unique relationship. She is one of the most thoughtful people I know. I miss her so much, and am glad to not only have a sister but a friend!&lt;br /&gt;L- Love. From my family, friends, and mostly my God.&lt;br /&gt;M- Matt. My one and only brother. He is hilarious and we just laugh and laugh when we're together. He is also one of the wisest people I know, and I learn from him everyday.&lt;br /&gt;N- New York Yankees. HAHA...they won the World Series! We know I'm thankful for that!&lt;br /&gt;O- Opportunity. I'm so thankful for the opportunities I've had for traveling, learning, and discovering.&lt;br /&gt;P- Parents. I truly have the best parents in the world. Talk about supportive!! I have never doubted their unconditional love for me. I am so blessed to feel like I can talk to my parents about anything and so blessed by their constant support and encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;Q-Quality of life. I'm thankful that I have a roof over my head, food on my table, and clothes to wear each day. I'm thankful that I never have to go hungry and that I always have a place to lay my head at night.&lt;br /&gt;R- Rescue. I love the image of Christ as our rescuer. The mighty man that sweeps in when we cannot handle it any longer and just carries us to where we need to be. I am so thankful that I have a God who rescues me from my despair and from my trouble and places me on higher ground.&lt;br /&gt;S-Students. I have 15 precious fourth grade students that I just adore! They keep me on my toes and keep me laughing! They are also such little smarty-pants! I love them!&lt;br /&gt;T- Trials. I'm thankful for trials and hardships that I've had to persevere through. They have made me the person I am today.&lt;br /&gt;U- Uncertainty. I'm thankful for uncertainty, that my whole life cannot be planned out today. It keeps me humble and reminds me constantly that there is a bigger God in control of my life.&lt;br /&gt;V- Valerie. My best friend! She and I have been on more adventures together (even if it's just out our front door). She is the most caring person, and I am so blessed to live with her. She and I are brutally honest with one another. We laugh together, we cry together, and we often do both at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;W- Working out. I am so thankful that I am healthy and able to move and participate in physical activity.&lt;br /&gt;X- Xmas. It's right around the corner! I'm thankful for 2 weeks off and time to be with my family!&lt;br /&gt;Y- Youth. I am thankful that I'm still young and still have most of my life ahead of me! I'm so excited to see what the future holds.&lt;br /&gt;Z- Zero. I'm thankful that zero is the number of times I wish I were anywhere different doing anything different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope you've enjoyed my ABCs! I encourage you to take some time to think of what you're thankful for. Can you think of 26? Or more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-5040645171590906620?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5040645171590906620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=5040645171590906620' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/5040645171590906620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/5040645171590906620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2009/11/abcs-of-thanksgiving.html' title='ABCs of Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-4120412761399020950</id><published>2009-11-01T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:00:16.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile....</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been a long time since my last post, and a lot has happened! The only way I can think to organize this is to make a list. So, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm teaching!!!!! I was hired starting the fifth week of school to teach 4th grade. I always pictured myself teaching the little ones, but everyday that I'm in 4th grade, I realize that this is truly where I belong. I have 15 students (a teacher's dream) that are all just the sweetest things you'll ever meet! I can honestly say that I look forward to going to work everyday (even waking up at 5:00am)! Fourth grade is definitely a challenge because of all the content there is to teach, and of course the impending doom of the TAKS test. DUN DUN DUNNNNN....but I am loving every minute of it and so thankful for my class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm still working at Starbucks! Hahaha...temporarily. I work like once a week at Starbucks still. It's fine for a little extra money on the side and that discount isn't too shabby. Don't be surprised if you all get coffee for Christmas! (Just kidding, but seriously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My apartment and roommates are fantastic! I love my roommates, and we have such a wonderful time living the Dallas life! (By that, I mean living in the city but going to bed by 9:30 every night =)) The girls and I have started a Beth Moore study on Esther and that has been good for all of us! It's such a blessing to live with strong, Christian women who hold me accountable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Jeremy and I are doing the whole long-distance relationship thing. It's tough, but totally worth it! I enjoy hearing about his time in Houston and elsewhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The Yankees are playing in the World Series!! HELLO....it's awesome! It's been so fun watching (especially the ones at Yankees stadium---I've been there!!). And...hopefully we'll continue winning!! GOOO JOHNNY DAMON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I REALLLY need a new blog title. I am no longer in Argentina. Help...any suggestions? If your suggestion wins, I'll give you a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I leave you with pictures of my classroom!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/Su4gfYeJDmI/AAAAAAAAARc/e-Wi2nq8J9w/s1600-h/new+classroom+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/Su4gfYeJDmI/AAAAAAAAARc/e-Wi2nq8J9w/s400/new+classroom+040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399288726780710498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/Su4gfBKp3iI/AAAAAAAAARU/_ijEZgfwb8U/s1600-h/new+classroom+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/Su4gfBKp3iI/AAAAAAAAARU/_ijEZgfwb8U/s400/new+classroom+038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399288720524959266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/Su4gelSf6aI/AAAAAAAAARM/oPQPS831c_U/s1600-h/new+classroom+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/Su4gelSf6aI/AAAAAAAAARM/oPQPS831c_U/s400/new+classroom+036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399288713041668514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/Su4geUhPtWI/AAAAAAAAARE/MbFJOpBkJwA/s1600-h/new+classroom+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/Su4geUhPtWI/AAAAAAAAARE/MbFJOpBkJwA/s400/new+classroom+035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399288708540118370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-4120412761399020950?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/4120412761399020950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=4120412761399020950' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/4120412761399020950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/4120412761399020950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile....'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/Su4gfYeJDmI/AAAAAAAAARc/e-Wi2nq8J9w/s72-c/new+classroom+040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-7623519354918461745</id><published>2009-08-04T14:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:27:50.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings...</title><content type='html'>I'm writing this blog from my new home in Dallas. My new apartment is awesome  It's not totally complete...as far as decorating goes...but it's getting there! Pictures later...once it's done! I'm so glad to be living with Valerie and Brenna and to have many other good friends from ACU here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a new job at Starbucks yesterday. It's not my dream job, but it has been good so far and I know I'll enjoy it much more when I actually start making drinks and serving people! Who doesn't love to wear a headset and an apron?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an interesting adjustment to life here in Dallas. It's been difficult, I won't lie. My whole life I've dreamed of being a teacher. I just always pictured teaching the little ones right after I got out of college. Well, even for those of us who always plan ahead, things don't always work out. I, disappointingly, do not have a teaching job and am not going to be able to do what I want to do. Please pray for me. Pray that I can see what God's purpose is in this...because I honestly don't right now. Please pray that one of these days I'll be able to do what I truly believe I was called to do. I'm trying to be faithful and I'm trying to answer to the call I believe I've received from God, and for some reason, He's not allowing me to do that. Please pray for patience, for understanding, and for other opportunities to make a difference in the lives of children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-7623519354918461745?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/7623519354918461745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=7623519354918461745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/7623519354918461745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/7623519354918461745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings...'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-2612896229814047882</id><published>2009-05-06T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:32:14.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pomp and Circumstance</title><content type='html'>Well...I am 3 days away from my college graduation, and 22 days away from my 22nd birthday! What does this mean? I am an adult!! (YIKES) My friends and I have been talking everyday about the things you realize when you're graduating college, the things you do as an adult, and more importantly, the things you DON'T do as an adult. So, for your enjoyment, I've compiled a list of 10 things I'm trying to do/not do as an adult:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When I take my clothes off at the end of the day, I hang them up instead of throwing them on the floor or laying them across my chair.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't buy any clothes that I couldn't wear as a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;3. I eat vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;4. I make my bed every morning...and every afternoon, after my nap =)&lt;br /&gt;5. Even when I have the opportunity to sleep all day, I wake up no later than 9 or 10am.&lt;br /&gt;6. I throw away everything just so I won't have to pack it, and even worse, unpack it later.&lt;br /&gt;7. I don't go to WalMart in my pajamas anymore...not even when I'm sick and going to the pharmacy.&lt;br /&gt;8. I changed the voicemail on my phone to a more "professional-sounding" message.&lt;br /&gt;9. I fall asleep wherever I am at 8pm. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;10. I got rid of my Dorothy slippers. Red, glittery shoes aren't gonna fly anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Things I still do that I probably shouldn't as an adult...&lt;br /&gt;1. I ordered Bumpits online. If you're unfamiliar with the bumpit, just visit their website www.bumpits.com&lt;br /&gt;2. I run outside to catch the ice cream truck and then order the Tweety bird treat.&lt;br /&gt;3. I sleep in my makeup every night...and often, just cake it on right over the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;4. I watch Reality TV Shows like "Tool Academy" and "Pretty Wicked".&lt;br /&gt;5. I am still trying to work on my breakdancing skills...I almost have a one handed handstand grabbing my feet!&lt;br /&gt;6. I still own a Disney Princess glasses case.&lt;br /&gt;7. I sit Indian-style in booths at restaurants and chairs in class.&lt;br /&gt;8. I don't shower often enough. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;9. I tell jokes like "What did Dela-ware?    A New Jersey!" and think they are hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;10. I ride a bright purple and pink bike with a light-up bell on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm not QUITE ready to grow up....Good thing I'm going to work with kids my whole life! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-2612896229814047882?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/2612896229814047882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=2612896229814047882' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/2612896229814047882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/2612896229814047882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2009/05/pomp-and-circumstance.html' title='Pomp and Circumstance'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-5458969035557627337</id><published>2009-01-01T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:03:56.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009--The Year I Grow Up</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2009-- the year I'm graduating from ACU and moving into the "real world" of work and responsibility! But I have to tell you...I have never been more ready! I am so excited about figuring out where I'm going to get my first teaching job and settling down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...as most bloggers do, I decided to make a list of my New Year's Resolutions. Unlike many, I make only one or two resolutions each year. I get overwhelmed by long lists of "things I need to change about myself instantly". Of course, there are several things I need to work on and do work on each year, but I usually just handpick a select few to be my "Resolutions". So...I usually choose 2 broad things I can really work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..here goes. I resolve to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Take better care of the things I own&lt;br /&gt;2. Get into a better sleeping and eating routine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...this has been a pretty boring post...and I'm pretty sure my mom and sister are the only ones who read my blog so...farewell! Happy 2k9!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-5458969035557627337?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5458969035557627337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=5458969035557627337' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/5458969035557627337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/5458969035557627337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-year-i-grow-up.html' title='2009--The Year I Grow Up'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-8096589586612001805</id><published>2008-11-22T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:02:46.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>93-68</title><content type='html'>WOW! Today I went to the craziest football game of my life! ACU won their first playoff game 93-68. 93 POINTS?? In a football game?? Believe it..because it's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACU's football team has been amazing this season! We are undefeated in the regular season and are now headed to the quarterfinals next week! It is so awesome to be able to experience this my senior year! Our school has had so much more school spirit (which, as you all know, is my FAVORITE)! So...hopefully, we'll be looking at the championship game here in 3 weeks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm nearing the end of my classes here at ACU. I have 7 more days of classes in college EVER! It is insane to think about...time is moving so fast! But, I am so ready for student teaching and then to see what's after that!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, I'm going to Illinois!!! YAY! I cannot WAIT to see my sister!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We are going to have the best Thanksgiving ever...and it's actually going to be cold...and there are beautiful fall leaves on the trees!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-8096589586612001805?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8096589586612001805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=8096589586612001805' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/8096589586612001805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/8096589586612001805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/11/93-68.html' title='93-68'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-257869328946398504</id><published>2008-10-31T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:34:03.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the mouths of babes....</title><content type='html'>So, this semester, I interned in a kindergarten class for 6 weeks, and now I am in a 3rd grade class! Here are some of the funny things my little kiddos have told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kindergarten:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my students from Africa always lays down on the carpet when they are supposed to be sitting. So, here is a conversation we had one day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- "[child's name], sit up!"&lt;br /&gt;Child- doesn't move&lt;br /&gt;Me- "[child's name], sit up!"&lt;br /&gt;Child- sits up, with his feet underneath his bottom&lt;br /&gt;Me- "Sit on your pockets." (this is what we say to get the children to sit down all the way)&lt;br /&gt;Child- doesn't move&lt;br /&gt;Me- "[child's name], sit on your pockets!!"&lt;br /&gt;Child - "I DON'T HAVE POCKETS!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me- looks at child and realizes he is wearing windpants. "That is correct. Well then, sit where your pockets would be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day, I was going to teach a math lesson. One of my professors was coming to observe me, so Mrs. Scott was trying to prepare the children for that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Scott - "Okay, guys. Miss Anderson is going to be teaching you the math lesson today. One of HER teachers from college is coming to watch her, so you all need to be on your best behavior. Miss Anderson is trying to learn to be a teacher, so we need to help show her teacher that she is doing a good job."&lt;br /&gt;(All the kids are kind of gasping and looking a little nervous)&lt;br /&gt;Child - "GOD...will be with us"&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Scott - "Yes, He will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third Grade:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;While doing a worksheet over proper and common nouns, the students were supposed to change common nouns into proper nouns (i.e. "city" would be "Abilene"). One of the common nouns was teacher. The following conversation is a boy trying to figure out how to write my name.&lt;br /&gt;Child - "Miss Anderson, are you married?"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "No."&lt;br /&gt;Child - "Girl, why you ain't married?"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Because I'm only 21 years old."&lt;br /&gt;Child - "Well, do you at least have a boyfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;Child - "Oh good" (sounding extremely relieved that I will hopefully not turn out to be an old maid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, Mrs. Coffman plays a song for the kids to dance to to get warmed up for the day. It is usually the Cupid Shuffle or the Cha Cha Slide. I usually dance with them, of course. Here's what they said to me one day as I'm dancing:&lt;br /&gt;Child - "Miss Anderson, you're studying to be a teacher, right?"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Yes maam"&lt;br /&gt;Child - "So, you're going to be a teacher next year?"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "That's right."&lt;br /&gt;Child- "Are you going to teach here?"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "I don't know. Probably not."&lt;br /&gt;Child - "You should! You should teach 4th grade here and then we can all be in your class."&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Well, we'll have to see."&lt;br /&gt;Child -"...although, I don't know that I could take you seriously if you were my teacher."&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Why's that?"&lt;br /&gt;Child - "Because you're always dancing like a crazy lady!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, my children were reading biographies during literacy stations time. One of my students was reading a biography that had a timeline in it. He calls me over to ask me this:&lt;br /&gt;Child - "{points to the date 1946} Miss Anderson, were you born then?"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "No. How old do you think I am?"&lt;br /&gt;Child - "I don't know. Like 30."&lt;br /&gt;Haha. These kids think I'm ancient and should be married and have kids. It's so hilarious to me! Everyone my age or older thinks I'm super young, and kids think I'm super old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you can tell, I'm totally enjoying my internships! I love being at the schools and am looking forward to many more hilarious encounters with the kids! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-257869328946398504?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/257869328946398504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=257869328946398504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/257869328946398504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/257869328946398504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/10/from-mouths-of-babes.html' title='From the mouths of babes....'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-7796519971791433607</id><published>2008-10-02T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:47:58.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to normal...</title><content type='html'>So...I thought I would stop blogging once I got back from Argentina, and for awhile (obviously) I did. Today, I decided that I wanted to update my blog. With my sister living so far away and so many "blog fans" (haha jk), I've decided I might should update this thing every once in awhile. So, two months after returning to my "normal life" in the states, here's whats going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my final semester of classes. I'll be student teaching next semester and then graduating in May. I'm working on all my final projects, my portfolio, and countless other assignments. On top of all that, I'm doing an internship. I get to go to a kindergarten classroom 3-4 times a week and spend time with the kids and even teach some lessons. It has been such an incredible experience! I am in a classroom of 22 children. Seven of the students are refugees from Africa and have limited English proficiency (how's that for professional language?). It has been such a joy to watch them as they adjust to the routines of school. It's hard to imagine being in school for the first time AND not understanding the language. It has challenged me and caused me to think about my future classroom and what kinds of accommodations I can make for English language learners. I'm loving every minute of it and nothing makes me more excited than when I see the lightbulb come on for one of these students!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot WAIT to have a classroom of my own! It seems like such a long way off, but I know this time is going to fly by! Well, that's all for now! I know you blog readers are all excited that I'm back in cyberspace, but try not to count on this being an everyday occurrence! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-7796519971791433607?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/7796519971791433607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=7796519971791433607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/7796519971791433607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/7796519971791433607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-to-normal.html' title='Back to normal...'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-7977811628605636304</id><published>2008-08-12T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:53:39.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the states...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SKI-iDjtLaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/O0iIlTHM2CA/s1600-h/Argentina+001-+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SKI-iDjtLaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/O0iIlTHM2CA/s400/Argentina+001-+family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233814471749479842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for those of you who have been wondering for the past week and a half if I ever made it home safely, I did. I have been back in Texas since last Saturday, and I have to admit it's been bittersweet. It's been great to be back with family and friends, but I sure am missing my Argentine family and friends. Leaving was definitely one of the hardest things I've ever had to do, and I pray that God allows me to return someday soon. There were a lot of things I learned in Argentina, and I'm going to try to express them to all of you in this blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I learned that the family of God is EVERYWHERE. I was so blessed to be welcomed into the family of God in Argentina. I felt a greater sense of belonging than I have ever felt in my life and I am eternally grateful to the churches at Caballito, Parque, and Urquiza for their hospitality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I learned what it looks like to love unconditionally. Human love can never be perfect and we can't expect it to be, but we can try to model our love after God's perfect love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I learned the beautiful art of self-sacrifice. As a follower of Jesus, I am called to sacrifice my desires, my way of doing things, and my pride. Working in Argentina helped me to realize how difficult self-sacrifice can be. It is something I'm still working on--a constant battle of dying to myself and living for the sake of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I learned what forgiveness is. Of course I've always known if someone does something wrong to you, forgive and forget. This summer I learned about two different kinds of forgiveness: forgiving people for who they are and for what they do. Forgiving people for who they are means that you accept things about others that will not change and praise God for making them the way He did. It's a practice that is hard, especially when surrounded by people who are much different than you, but it's what God has called us to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I learned that I can be comfortable and happy anywhere. Living in a country that speaks a different language, has a different cuisine, and an altogether different idea of what living is can be quite uncomfortable. I found great comfort in the fact that God is bigger than the U.S. or Argentina and this knowledge helped me to feel truly comfortable in the midst of a possibly uncomfortable situation. Argentina truly began to feel like home to me and I know that happiness and comfort can be found anywhere in the world if you only look for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I learned patience. Argentines are constantly late. Those of you who know me well know that I HATE being late and I hate not being able to fully communicate. Both of these things were everyday occurrences for me this summer. I learned to be patient and more laid back. This is not to say that I'm going to begin the practice of being late to everything, but I did learn to be patient and tolerant of the cultural differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I learned about my own personal mission. If you had asked me a few years ago if I ever thought I'd be a missionary, I would have said "no" in a heartbeat. Now, I'm not certain of anything, but it's something I'm open to. My personal mission is just to serve God. Whether the Lord calls me to do that in the U.S., South America, or somewhere I've never even imagined, I'm willing to go where He sends me. The type of work I do is not important as long as I'm furthering the kingdom of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few of the things I learned while abroad this summer. I appreciate all of your support and prayers for my journey this summer. There were struggles, successes, good times, and hard times, but I do know this: God was glorified and hearts were changed (including my own). Praise God for His unfailing love and unchanging guidance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-7977811628605636304?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/7977811628605636304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=7977811628605636304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/7977811628605636304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/7977811628605636304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-in-states.html' title='Back in the states...'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SKI-iDjtLaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/O0iIlTHM2CA/s72-c/Argentina+001-+family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-5426342676496161669</id><published>2008-07-29T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:13:03.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEE HAW...CHA HAW CHA HAW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SI8s6js9GlI/AAAAAAAAAOg/MP9EBy-7fX4/s1600-h/Argentina+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SI8s6js9GlI/AAAAAAAAAOg/MP9EBy-7fX4/s400/Argentina+104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228447076928264786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SI8s7WmlzGI/AAAAAAAAAOo/zciQXoN1qts/s1600-h/Argentina+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SI8s7WmlzGI/AAAAAAAAAOo/zciQXoN1qts/s400/Argentina+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228447090591779938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SI8s8WLfv7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/4aRxBrUo9EI/s1600-h/Argentina+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SI8s8WLfv7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/4aRxBrUo9EI/s400/Argentina+135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228447107658006450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SI8s9BLj3BI/AAAAAAAAAO4/IQw0AAe4drc/s1600-h/Argentina+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SI8s9BLj3BI/AAAAAAAAAO4/IQw0AAe4drc/s400/Argentina+134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228447119201000466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SI8s-YOyIgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/roE_ZwN_mv8/s1600-h/Argentina+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SI8s-YOyIgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/roE_ZwN_mv8/s400/Argentina+143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228447142568403458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WOW! The past few days have been exhausting! It's the good kind of exhausting, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pre-teen lockin Friday night was an absolute success! The kids had so much fun playing all the games Val and I planned! It was a wonderful time of fellowship with these precious young ones. I enjoyed everything about the night, but probably my favorite was teaching 'The Animal Game'. Those of you from the RCC youth group know what I'm talking about. 'The Animal Game' is where you sit in a circle and every chair represents a different animal. The highest is the elephant and the lowest is the skunk. There are all sorts of animals in between: bull, lion, fish,&lt;br /&gt;wolf, bunny, donkey, eagle, etc. Each animal has a symbol and/or a sound. Basically, it is a fast-paced game of animal sounds and funny noises which make for a hilarious time! Interestingly enough, not all animal sounds are universal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, the play was awesome! A lot of people attended and everyone's work really paid off. It was a great performance and I think the message of it was powerful to all who were there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was our last day at Caballito church. I laughed a lot and I cried a lot. It's hard to explain the kind of impact these people have had on my life. It's hard to describe the feelings to someone who hasn't experienced it before. All I can say is this is not my last time to visit Argentina. I am determined to come back and see these people again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was our day off, so we did some fun tourist-y things...museums, etc. I went to heaven on earth. It was a children's book fair! There were thousands upon thousands of books in Spanish. There were hundreds of little children running around speaking Spanish. Needless to say, I was in awe of my surroundings and soaking up every bit of the energy those little kids had! I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the week, we have LST studies and a couple of organizing things to do at the church office. We've also got plans with the youth group and other friends. This will be a hard week..I'm not ready to say goodbye. I told Valerie that she is going to have to physically push me on the plane and buckle me into my seat. She said the same...so I don't know who's going to make us get on that plane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably not get a chance to write in my blog again until I'm back in the states. But..I'll do a final post once I get back! So...see you guys stateside!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-5426342676496161669?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5426342676496161669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=5426342676496161669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/5426342676496161669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/5426342676496161669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/07/hee-hawcha-haw-cha-haw.html' title='HEE HAW...CHA HAW CHA HAW!'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SI8s6js9GlI/AAAAAAAAAOg/MP9EBy-7fX4/s72-c/Argentina+104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-421881916107698125</id><published>2008-07-25T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:35:01.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Move Over, Madonna....</title><content type='html'>In 1996, Madonna may have stolen all your hearts with her stunning portrayal of Eva Peron in the film &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evita&lt;/span&gt;, but there is no actress in this world who is worthy of being compared to Valerie and myself. Yes, what you have heard is true. This weekend, Valerie and I will be making our Argentine theatrical debut in a play titled "El Peso de Las Decisiones" (The Weight of Decisions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This play is a project that we have been working on with the youth group here for the past two months. It is designed to be an outreach tool for the community. We have pieced together several small plays into one overriding plot. Valerie and I were put in charge of costumes and also asked to participate in the acting. We have been working to sew (by hand) a robe for Jesus, a nightcap, a reversible black and white t-shirt, a Mrs. Claus outfit, a beard, and many other odds and ends of costumes and props. We are participating in the part of the show called "Las Cruces de Diseno". It is a fashion show of crosses. It is basically bringing to mind the different kinds of crosses that we, as Christians, create to bear. We have a materialism cross, a comfortable cross, a pocket-size crisis cross, a holiday cross, and finally my cross: the original cross. The announcers for the fashion show talk about each cross and what's so appealing about it. When they get to mine, they talk about how the original cross isn't chosen by many people to bear. It is heavy and not appealing to the eye. Then, they talk about the reward at the end for carrying the cross. I think it's a pretty neat concept, and an entertaining way to present it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, this week has been extremely busy and it's not going to let up. We are one week away from departure and we are trying to finish up all our work here and spend as much time with the people as we possibly can. I'm trying not to think too much about having to say goodbye in just 7 short days--it's going to be hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a few good LST Bible studies this week. We had a study yesterday with Lili and Laura. It was an incredible discussion about history of the Bible (Passover, etc.) and application to our lives today. We talked a lot about hearing God's "calling" for your lives. Lili is skeptical of Christianity for many reasons. We have been talking with her about how everyone needs to study the Bible to look for absolute truth. We've been talking about how it's impossible to develop a faith based on following one other human being and the only person to follow is Jesus Christ. It has been a blessing to study with Lili. We have two more studies with her next week before we leave. Please pray that the Lord will continue to open the doors of communication between us. Pray that Lili will be open to hear the Lord's calling for her and that someday, she will be able to stand firm in the belief that Jesus is the Son of God and He desires a relationship with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we have a pre-teen lockin. Yes, a bunch of 9-14 year olds will be under my supervision ALL NIGHT! It's going to be crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lockin, Valerie and I will head (without sleep, mind you) straight to rehearsal for the play. Then, tomorrow evening is the event. It's been in the works all summer and I'm excited to see it carried out. Please pray that the message of the play will touch at least one person and that someone may hear what God is trying to tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is Osvaldo's birthday so we have an all-day celebration with family and friends for that. Perhaps after that, Valerie and I will sleep. Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't have pictures uploaded right now, so check back soon for those)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace. love. modeling crosses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-421881916107698125?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/421881916107698125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=421881916107698125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/421881916107698125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/421881916107698125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/07/move-over-madonna.html' title='Move Over, Madonna....'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-7766342879398302713</id><published>2008-07-22T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:13:04.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Una historia de unas gringitas (A story of some white girls)</title><content type='html'>Alright, so I'm getting bored with the same old blog posts, so I'm switching it up today. Here is a little story I composed about my experiences yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two gringas who were living in Buenos Aires. They decided to take a day trip to Colonia, Uruguay. They had heard it was a nice little town with several things to see and it could be easily done in one day. They were also looking forward to getting yet another infamous stamp in the ole passport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls boarded the Buquebus at 8:30am. The Buquebus is a large sea vessel that the girls compare to the Titanic. It has several levels. The bottom level is for cars and other vehicles to ride across the water. The 2nd level is for first class and it houses a couple of restaurants and stores. The 3rd level is for the tourist class and the upper deck is used by smokers. It took 3 1/2 hours to get from Buenos Aires, Argentina to Colonia, Uruguay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon getting off the boat, the gringas saw something that caught their eye: golf carts for rent. Since they only had about 4 hours to spend in the town, they decided it would be worth their while to rent a golf cart. Plus, what's more fun than driving around in a foreign place which appears to have no driving laws? The gringas set off in their golf cart for the adventure of a lifetime. After eating lunch, it began to rain. Not a drizzle, not even a sprinkle nor a light rain, but a downpour from the heavens. This little twist of fate made driving all the more interesting for the gringas. They went around looking at the different colonial houses and cobblestone streets. They went to an artisan fair and to look at a couple of docks. By this time, the gringas were completely soaked from walking and driving the golf cart in the rain. They were soaked head to toe, soaked through shoes and socks, and even through wool coats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gringas decided they needed some new clothes for the boat ride back. Neither of them were interested in riding 3 1/2 hours in clothes that were beginning to mildew. They located the nearest mall on the map and headed off in the golf cart. The mall was located down the highway from where they currently were. Being the crazy North American tourists they are, the gringas decided, against their better judgment, to drive the golf cart down the highway. So, there they were, hitting a maximum speed of 15mph while all the other cars zoomed past them at about 60mph, smiling and waving like dumb gringas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching the mall, the only affordable clothing store the girls found was actually a grocery store that had an aisle of clothes. After purchasing pants actually made for 7 year old boys, the gringas made their way back to board the Buquebus to return home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the Buquebus, a storm happened, which produced torrential waves. The boat rocked back and forth wildly the entire ride home. One of the gringas (who shall remain nameless) vomited on the Buquebus. There is no better way to draw more attention to a gringa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the gringas arrived safely back to Buenos Aires. The day was full of surprises and adventures. And, as the gringas always say here in Buenos Aires: There's never a dull day!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SIZjgJJ_D0I/AAAAAAAAAN4/2x319L-3gK8/s1600-h/Argentina+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SIZjgJJ_D0I/AAAAAAAAAN4/2x319L-3gK8/s400/Argentina+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225973821474803522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SIZjgpRAw5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/dYfqbg_0WLo/s1600-h/Argentina+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SIZjgpRAw5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/dYfqbg_0WLo/s400/Argentina+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225973830094209938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SIZjhmAHxyI/AAAAAAAAAOI/LPuKXkb8YM0/s1600-h/Argentina+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SIZjhmAHxyI/AAAAAAAAAOI/LPuKXkb8YM0/s400/Argentina+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225973846397929250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SIZjiP7mwfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1vY-uMiQt2E/s1600-h/Argentina+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SIZjiP7mwfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1vY-uMiQt2E/s400/Argentina+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225973857653277170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SIZjivsxnEI/AAAAAAAAAOY/v0KN_J1dsuY/s1600-h/Argentina+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SIZjivsxnEI/AAAAAAAAAOY/v0KN_J1dsuY/s400/Argentina+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225973866181008450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-7766342879398302713?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/7766342879398302713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=7766342879398302713' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/7766342879398302713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/7766342879398302713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/07/una-historia-de-unas-gringitas-story-of.html' title='Una historia de unas gringitas (A story of some white girls)'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SIZjgJJ_D0I/AAAAAAAAAN4/2x319L-3gK8/s72-c/Argentina+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-1607832550257550686</id><published>2008-07-19T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:13:05.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty isn't ALWAYS the best policy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SIKqCXLK0aI/AAAAAAAAANg/B1DNo_2luJw/s1600-h/Argentina+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SIKqCXLK0aI/AAAAAAAAANg/B1DNo_2luJw/s400/Argentina+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224925475260518818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SIKqC2zxenI/AAAAAAAAANo/_Yj69lGuHE8/s1600-h/Argentina+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SIKqC2zxenI/AAAAAAAAANo/_Yj69lGuHE8/s400/Argentina+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224925483752323698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SIKqDMq7HEI/AAAAAAAAANw/KLCLcJnCKqQ/s1600-h/Argentina+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SIKqDMq7HEI/AAAAAAAAANw/KLCLcJnCKqQ/s400/Argentina+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224925489620786242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I've noticed about this culture: they are very honest. I love honesty and consider myself to be a pretty straight-forward person, but I also have something that we in the United States like to call, tact. The people here are VERY complimentary. If they like your hair or your clothes or think you are really pretty, they'll be sure to tell you. However, the same honesty and straightforwardness applies on days when you're not looking so hot. Yesterday, my friends, was one of those days. I'm sick again (this time with a sinus infection). I'll just be honest and tell you that yesterday I was looking a mess. Normally, in the states, when I'm not looking my best, I still have precious friends who tell me I look great (I always know they are lying, but I appreciate the attempt to make me feel better). Yesterday, I told my friend Pedro I was sick, to which he responded, "I can tell". Strike one. Then, he asked me if I had showered that morning. I said no, and he said, "Yes, I can tell. Your hair is very dry". Strike two. I then proceeded to tell him that in the United States, people don't say things like that to each other. He replied, "We are in Argentina." Strike three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to look my best everyday here. FAT CHANCE. What's more realistic is to appreciate that I am close enough to these people for them to be completely honest with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the reality that my time here is coming to an end set in tonight. Next Saturday, we have a special event we're hosting at the church, so the normal Saturday youth Bible study isn't happening. Because of that, tonight was our last Saturday night youth Bible study. We still have Tuesday nights, but tonight marked the end of one of things I have come to love dearly. It also marked the end of soccer. Since we have the special event next Saturday, we will also not be playing soccer afterward. So..I had to accept the fact that tonight was my last time at both of these things I have come to love participating in here. It was sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm thankful that I still have 2 weeks left here, and I plan on making the most of every opportunity in that 2 weeks! There is more to learn, more to teach, and more to share! Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I scored the winning goals for my team in two separate matches tonight in soccer. U.S.A!!! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-1607832550257550686?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/1607832550257550686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=1607832550257550686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/1607832550257550686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/1607832550257550686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/07/honesty-isnt-always-best-policy.html' title='Honesty isn&apos;t ALWAYS the best policy...'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SIKqCXLK0aI/AAAAAAAAANg/B1DNo_2luJw/s72-c/Argentina+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-808129304738467968</id><published>2008-07-17T19:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:13:06.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mas Fotos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SIAJnL_tVpI/AAAAAAAAAM4/HBzKbkfffIo/s1600-h/Argentina+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SIAJnL_tVpI/AAAAAAAAAM4/HBzKbkfffIo/s400/Argentina+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224186136589325970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        Me and Val on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SIAJnqsUYNI/AAAAAAAAANA/ikaNiH3GEeg/s1600-h/Argentina+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SIAJnqsUYNI/AAAAAAAAANA/ikaNiH3GEeg/s400/Argentina+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224186144829497554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    The water was FREEZING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SIAJnwUyYsI/AAAAAAAAANI/R8CbmW5Pdw8/s1600-h/Argentina+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SIAJnwUyYsI/AAAAAAAAANI/R8CbmW5Pdw8/s400/Argentina+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224186146341413570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    Sunset on the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SIAJocR8yMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/DRSIwCD5hAE/s1600-h/Argentina+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SIAJocR8yMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/DRSIwCD5hAE/s400/Argentina+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224186158140672194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    I'm a tree hugger...but only palm trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SIAJo6HWD6I/AAAAAAAAANY/eGMLYQChhro/s1600-h/Argentina+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SIAJo6HWD6I/AAAAAAAAANY/eGMLYQChhro/s400/Argentina+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224186166149255074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        MAR DEL PLATA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought you all might enjoy a few more pics of Mar Del Plata...since I didn't post many last time. Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-808129304738467968?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/808129304738467968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=808129304738467968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/808129304738467968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/808129304738467968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/07/mas-fotos.html' title='Mas Fotos'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SIAJnL_tVpI/AAAAAAAAAM4/HBzKbkfffIo/s72-c/Argentina+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-6284023829962544760</id><published>2008-07-16T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:13:07.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Amo Buenos Aires!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SH6vOrzuN_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/UBu7aIFRVF0/s1600-h/Argentina+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SH6vOrzuN_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/UBu7aIFRVF0/s400/Argentina+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223805284609046514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..I hope you enjoy this first picture. We happened upon these shirts on the street today. We are quite possibly the most annoying tourists ever. As if we couldn't get any cheesier, we decided to wear them at the same time, with our hair in pigtails to our cell group tonight. Needless to say, everyone was entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Valerie and I had a wonderful time in Mar del Plata! We are now back safely in Buenos Aires. Can you believe it? The two crazy gringas made it to a location 6 hours away and back safely all by ourselves? Thanks for the prayers! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a lot of fun things, but my favorite, by far, was our visit to the cathedral in the city. I walked in and was immediately overcome with emotion. The gothic architecture was completely breathtaking and there was the most glorious organ music playing. I have been in a few different cathedrals here in the past 6 weeks, and I have to say, my heart rejoices every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have always been one who doesn't see the need for ornate decorations or expensive things in the church. Personally, I think the building you meet in doesn't need to be huge or beautifully decorated--that money can often be used for something different. However, I have learned something from the cathedrals. I think, as Protestant Christians, in our quest to simplify and modernize our buildings, we lose a sense of reverence that the Catholic churches have maintained. I feel like our churches are focused on community and making church feel like a house where people can be comfortable and genuine. I think this is so important, don't get me wrong. I love the images of God as Father and best friend and I love going to church with the realization that I'm entering into my home with my family. I'm glad that I can bring my messy self with all of my struggles to my family in the house of God. However, I think too often we forget that this same God has the power to destroy and He determines our eternal dwelling. THAT is a God to fear, a God who deserves our utmost reverence and respect. Being in these cathedrals (where everything is silent and serene and the utmost respect is given to God) has really made me think. Is there a way to create an environment in our churches that harbor both the "home-y" and "holy ground" feels?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SH63iV_LweI/AAAAAAAAAMY/EgDm26A_dIU/s1600-h/Argentina-+Val+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SH63iV_LweI/AAAAAAAAAMY/EgDm26A_dIU/s400/Argentina-+Val+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223814418441945570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SH63i0KUXBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/CkoE_4NwPkc/s1600-h/Argentina+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SH63i0KUXBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/CkoE_4NwPkc/s400/Argentina+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223814426541710354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SH63jXG1P6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/7XsGRRBphBs/s1600-h/Argentina+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SH63jXG1P6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/7XsGRRBphBs/s400/Argentina+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223814435922329506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SH63jyjycUI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Gv8K5vU2XJs/s1600-h/Argentina+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SH63jyjycUI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Gv8K5vU2XJs/s400/Argentina+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223814443291537730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-6284023829962544760?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/6284023829962544760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=6284023829962544760' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/6284023829962544760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/6284023829962544760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/07/yo-amo-buenos-aires.html' title='Yo Amo Buenos Aires!!'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SH6vOrzuN_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/UBu7aIFRVF0/s72-c/Argentina+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-7488932798540559251</id><published>2008-07-12T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:12:48.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven-fold Amen?? More like Two-fold.</title><content type='html'>Well, my friends, it has been an incredible weekend. Let me give you all a quick rundown of what has been going on here in the great city of Buenos Aires since I last posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, Valerie and I decided to run back to the house from the church building. It's about 30 or so city blocks, which sounds like a really long way. Val and I figured it was around 4 miles or so, but after running it, I realized that I think it is two miles at most. Not quite as big a feat as I thought it would be, but still a pleasant run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this was supposed to be our pre-teen lockin. As I have experience time and time again here in South America, most things don't go as planned. Due to illnesses and the end of the semester of school upon them (it's winter here, remember), most of the children were unable to make it. We decided to spend some time eating and playing games with the ones who did show up, but to send them home at 11:00 and postpone the event until the 25th of July. This is the beginning of the children's winter break so more of them are going to be able to attend. I was disappointed that we didn't get to have our event, but I'm looking forward to it in a couple of weeks. I was thankful to spend some time with one of the preteens, Ruth, who ended up spending the night at our house anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;This morning was the funeral for a church member and long-time friend of the family, Carlos Daniel. Valerie and I stayed at home with our sisters while Laura and Osvaldo attended the funeral. The mood in the house is gloomy and it's hard to see my new family grieve for their brother. Please pray for the family and church family of Carlos Daniel. It's going to be a time of deep hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was one of the weekly youth Bible studies. We tried to sing "The Lord Bless You and Keep You". Boy, do I love this place, but the attempt to sing this song really made me miss good ole ACU. To give you an idea of what it sounded like: there was no bass part, Pedro was singing tenor, I was singing soprano, and Val was singing alto. There were some of the youth singing parts that didn't fit at all. Needless to say, it wasn't the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard, but I know God loved it all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Bible study, we played soccer! Val and I were, of course, the only girls who played. Why do we continue to subject ourselves to these kinds of humiliating situations, you ask? My answer to that is "I have no clue". However, we stood our ground along with these machismo Argentine men. I scored a goal, and Val even stepped in as goalie for a bit and blocked about 5 attempts. You should all be proud of your little white girls! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After soccer, Valerie and I went with Pedro to McDonalds. We discovered that this was our seventh time at McDonalds since we've been here. It doesn't take a mathematician to know that that averages out to more than once a week. Ashamed? I think not! I gotta tell you..the Cuarto de Libra (quarter pounder) never gets old! We had a wonderful time talking to Pedro about how he ended up here in Argentina doing mission work and really got to know his heart for the people better. It was a blessing to sit and eat my burger and fries with our new best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow after church, Valerie and I are headed out to Mar del Plata. It is a beach town about 5 1/2 hours from Buenos Aires. We are venturing out into the great unknown by ourselves. I'm sure I will return with hilarious stories and exciting adventures. I'm sure you will all be waiting on the edges of your seats until I return Tuesday night. Pray for us, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all. I'm off to bed...at 2 am! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace. love. soccer superstars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-7488932798540559251?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/7488932798540559251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=7488932798540559251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/7488932798540559251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/7488932798540559251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/07/seven-fold-amen-more-like-two-fold.html' title='Seven-fold Amen?? 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Please forgive me, and please continue reading. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had the blessing of interacting with a little girl, Maya, during our cell group time. She was trying to put together a puzzle on the floor. The puzzle was of the English alphabet with a corresponding animal to each letter. Maya was having a considerable amount of trouble putting the pieces together and me being the future educator that I am just couldn't stand to watch her struggle through it alone. So I sat down on the floor and said, "Puedo ayudarte? (Can I help you)" She nodded her head and gave me a big smile. I didn't want to put it together for her (I mean, I wanted to), but I wanted her to figure it out for herself. I sat down and began to ask her questions about the picture on the box and helped her decide how to recreate it with the pieces on the floor. It was awesome how I was able to communicate through Spanish words, English words, hand gestures, and pictures. Her face when we finished the puzzle was priceles&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SHd6X5OqpMI/AAAAAAAAAL4/bszvu8AZobI/s1600-h/Argentina+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SHd6X5OqpMI/AAAAAAAAAL4/bszvu8AZobI/s400/Argentina+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221776843877295298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s! We went through the different pictures one at a time and she said the animal in Spanish and I said it in English. It was so fun to share our languages with one another and work together to complete a project that would have been simple for two people speaking the same language!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I went to a birthday party for Dario. He is definitely one of my favorites here (I know, I shouldn't have favorites, but if you met Dario, you'd know why). Dario is one of the funniest men I know and I only understand about half of what he says. He walks around the church everyday singing at the top of his lungs and dancing with an imaginary partner. He always speaks whatever English he knows to Valerie and I and is always willing to lend a helping hand. Tonight, I was so honored to be able to celebrate his birthday with him. I talked with him for about an hour (all in Spanish...hold your applause, please). We talked about his childhood and how he became a Christian. It was so great to get to know him on a deeper level and to practice&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SHd6YH1JinI/AAAAAAAAAMA/uzVlifyuQ74/s1600-h/Argentina+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SHd6YH1JinI/AAAAAAAAAMA/uzVlifyuQ74/s400/Argentina+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221776847796800114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this blog post, I just wanted to write something I've been thinking a lot about and that has been placed on my heart a lot while I've been here. I've been reading 1 John, which is one of my favorite books of the Bible. I've been reflecting a lot on 1 John 3:16- "This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for one another."  What is love? It says right here clearly that love is dying to ourselves so that others may live. Is my lifestyle allowing others to fully live? Or am I wrapped up in my selfish desires and wants so much that it cripples others? Am I, through my words and actions, allowing others to experience life to the fullest? This is love. This is God's perfect love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-2044711115775718184?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/2044711115775718184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=2044711115775718184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/2044711115775718184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/2044711115775718184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/07/puzzling-experience.html' title='A &quot;puzzling&quot; experience'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SHd6X5OqpMI/AAAAAAAAAL4/bszvu8AZobI/s72-c/Argentina+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-6458032437590956959</id><published>2008-07-08T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:07:53.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminante, no hay camino</title><content type='html'>I learned this poem during my Spanish tutoring today and I'd like to share it with all of you. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminante, son tus huellas&lt;br /&gt;el camino, y nada mas;&lt;br /&gt;caminante, no hay camino,&lt;br /&gt;se hace el camino al andar.&lt;br /&gt;Al andar se hace camino,&lt;br /&gt;y al volver la vista atras&lt;br /&gt;se ve la senda que nunca&lt;br /&gt;se ha de volver a pisar.&lt;br /&gt;Caminante, no hay camino,&lt;br /&gt;Sino estelas en la mar.&lt;br /&gt;-Antonio Machado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="med1"&gt;&lt;span class="med1" style="line-height: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="med1"&gt; Wanderer, the only way&lt;br /&gt;is your footsteps, there is no other.&lt;br /&gt;Wanderer, there is no way,&lt;br /&gt;you make the way as you go.&lt;br /&gt;As you go, you make the way&lt;br /&gt;and stopping to look behind,&lt;br /&gt;you see the path that your feet&lt;br /&gt;will never travel again.&lt;br /&gt;Wanderer, there is no way—&lt;br /&gt;only foam trails in the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-6458032437590956959?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/6458032437590956959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=6458032437590956959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/6458032437590956959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/6458032437590956959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/07/caminante-no-hay-camino.html' title='Caminante, no hay camino'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-3931633300074776281</id><published>2008-07-07T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:13:08.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SKADOOSH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SHJHQHEqlBI/AAAAAAAAALg/yGshJxS4xxw/s1600-h/Argentina+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SHJHQHEqlBI/AAAAAAAAALg/yGshJxS4xxw/s400/Argentina+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220313260177921042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SHJHQrkQ43I/AAAAAAAAALo/xYq6NCBxgQI/s1600-h/Argentina+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SHJHQrkQ43I/AAAAAAAAALo/xYq6NCBxgQI/s400/Argentina+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220313269974131570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SHJHQ7GVZNI/AAAAAAAAALw/QjGlLzV7z6k/s1600-h/Arg+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SHJHQ7GVZNI/AAAAAAAAALw/QjGlLzV7z6k/s400/Arg+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220313274143565010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! It has been a wonderful couple of days since the Quincenera--a couple of very tired days, but nonetheless wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we went up to the building to say goodbye to Les, Pat, and Ruth (3 LST workers from Washington) and to welcome Jeff, Tina, Ben, and Kristin (workers from Tennessee). It was a wonderful time of fun and fellowship with old and new friends. Saturday evening, we went to the youth Bible study as normal. We sang "Dios Es Amor" again. It wasn't as beautiful as the first time (everyone got a little bit off key and tempo), but the message still rang loud and clear. I am learning many things this summer, but probably the biggest lesson I am learning is how to love my brothers and sisters. I am learning how to love in the happy times, sad times, times of struggle, and times of great rejoicing--to love unconditionally just as God has loved us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we threw a "surprise" party for our friend Pedro here at the house. I say "surprise" because the intention for a surprise was there, but it didn't work out. I guess we haven't quite conquered the language barrier to tell people here that they aren't supposed to BRING the guest of honor with them in a big group. Oh well...it's the thought that counts, right? We had a meal together, ate cake, and went to see Kung Fu Panda. My favorite part of the evening was Pedro's prayer before our meal. He prayed thanking God for his "family" which really meant the group of young people present. I was so overwhelmed with emotion at this moment because his words are true--these people are my family. It is hard to put into words how I feel about these people and this place. It is hard to put such strong emotion into words and make it translate over a blog to all of you. It is an interesting bond you share when you come to a foreign country completely vulnerable to the people there. Not to mention, the relationships we have are ones that involve serious faith issues and praying and struggling together. There are moments of rejoicing, there are moments of lamenting, but we pass through all of them together. There is a mutual desire for spiritual wisdom and growth. It is unlike anything I have ever experienced. This is right where I need to be! Thank you all for helping me get here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to end this post with a quote from Henri Nouwen. I had to read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the Name of Jesus &lt;/span&gt;for a Maymester class and I found this quote and found it be so relevant to my work here:&lt;br /&gt;"The knowledge of Jesus' heart is a knowledge of the heart. And when we live in this knowledge, we cannot do other than bring healing, reconciliation, new life, and hope wherever we go. The desire to be relevant and successful will gradually disappear, and our only desire will be to say with our whole being to our brothers and sisters of the human race, 'You are loved.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that I will continue to surrender myself to God's plan, that I will rid myself of the desire to be relevant and successful. Please pray that I am able to look my brothers and sisters in the eyes and say, "You are loved" and that I will constantly display that love through my actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-3931633300074776281?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/3931633300074776281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=3931633300074776281' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/3931633300074776281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/3931633300074776281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/07/skadoosh.html' title='SKADOOSH!'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SHJHQHEqlBI/AAAAAAAAALg/yGshJxS4xxw/s72-c/Argentina+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-4548979805217700625</id><published>2008-07-05T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:13:09.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I have a Veintidosenera?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SHAun9IAE5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/Gms5i4BKCdk/s1600-h/Argentina+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SHAun9IAE5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/Gms5i4BKCdk/s400/Argentina+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219723232080302994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SHAuoAHl8xI/AAAAAAAAALA/ESMN4cbprBg/s1600-h/Argentina+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SHAuoAHl8xI/AAAAAAAAALA/ESMN4cbprBg/s400/Argentina+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219723232883897106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SHAuokqhdbI/AAAAAAAAALI/0jetF40CJwM/s1600-h/Argentina+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SHAuokqhdbI/AAAAAAAAALI/0jetF40CJwM/s400/Argentina+093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219723242694079922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SHAurDWrGII/AAAAAAAAALQ/lM82Y59A9Nk/s1600-h/Argentina+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SHAurDWrGII/AAAAAAAAALQ/lM82Y59A9Nk/s400/Argentina+091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219723285292062850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SHAurg8rbhI/AAAAAAAAALY/3jtX3c-B66c/s1600-h/Argentina+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SHAurg8rbhI/AAAAAAAAALY/3jtX3c-B66c/s400/Argentina+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219723293236096530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my first Quincenera ever last night! Those of you who know me well, or probably those of you who don't, know that I LOVE birthdays. They are my favorite! I get so excited about everybody's birthday (especially my own) and I love to throw big parties for birthdays! This culture is where I belong. The 15th birthday is the BIG deal. You invite hundreds of guets to the event, you get to wear a wedding dress, you make a grand entrance, you dance with every male in the room, and you eat your weight in food and cake! Let's face it...this is my birthday dream in a nutshell. So, I've decided that since I missed out on the whole Quincenera thing, I'm going to have Veintidosenera next year. =) Better get to work planning that, folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the activities at the Quincenera was a fireworks show. Since the missionary family is from the United States and the party was on the 4th of July, Debbie decided she wanted to have some fireworks. Needless to say, Valerie and I were excited since we knew we'd be mission our traditional fireworks shows. After we had shot off all the fireworks, three police cars pulled up to the building. Someone from the neighborhood had called the police about some "gunshots" they heard. The police were NOT happy about our fireworks display. They were probably even less happy about the fact that I was snapping pictures of them! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note, I got to witness a baptism yesterday. A member of the church and good friend of mine, Andres, was baptized yesterday. I knew he had been studying a lot and considering this decision, but I did not realize that I was going to get to share in this special day with him and the other church members. It was such an incredible moment and one of the best things I will remember about this summer! When he came back up out of the water, Andres just sat there for a few moments, unable to move. It was so obvious that he was in awe of God's amazing power and work in his life and I was moved to tears. I met Andres four and a half weeks ago and immediately considered him a friend. It was such a blessing to be invited to share in this special part of his life and to join him on his journey of faith. I am blessed to call him a friend and blessed to call him a brother! Praise God for his decision to walk with Christ and please keep him in your prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now. More to come soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-4548979805217700625?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/4548979805217700625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=4548979805217700625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/4548979805217700625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/4548979805217700625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/07/can-i-have-veintidosenera.html' title='Can I have a Veintidosenera?'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SHAun9IAE5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/Gms5i4BKCdk/s72-c/Argentina+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-8218137889047923997</id><published>2008-07-02T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:13:10.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Taste of the USA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGv-O8UGNxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/q7N8zVkeh9k/s1600-h/Argentina+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGv-O8UGNxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/q7N8zVkeh9k/s400/Argentina+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218544125900896018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGv-PRRBWrI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/I1XJvawOHQg/s1600-h/Argentina+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGv-PRRBWrI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/I1XJvawOHQg/s400/Argentina+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218544131525139122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGv-Ps6YJYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/z-aSBj4d2Io/s1600-h/Argentina+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGv-Ps6YJYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/z-aSBj4d2Io/s400/Argentina+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218544138946356610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGv-QXjhlFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/2UoB560Vt-A/s1600-h/100_1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGv-QXjhlFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/2UoB560Vt-A/s400/100_1189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218544150393230418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to the one and only Starbucks in Argentina! We have walked/ridden past it several times and the line has always been out the door. We've decided every time that it isn't worth it to wait in line just to get Starbucks coffee. Today, however, we went to Starbucks to buy a mug (they say Argentina on them and so we wanted one as a souvenir). If you just buy a mug, you don't have to wait in the long line. But, believe it or not, there was NO LINE! So...we bought our mugs and got to sit down and enjoy a vainilla latte. Valerie ordered a grande and I ordered a tall, but they rang up at the stame price. I tried to ask in Spanish about the price. Turns out they had under-charged Val. I didn't really care about the price, but I wanted to figure it out. So...they told me (in Spanish) that they would go ahead and give me the grande for the same price as the tall since that's what they did for Valerie. I said okay. Instead, they gave me BOTH the tall AND the grande, for the price of only a tall. So...basically, I had a venti size drink, for the price of a tall. Fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was reminded once again that the lyrics to the song are in fact true: "It's a small world after all". I met for lunch with two girls I went to high school with. They had been studying in Mendoza, Argentina for six weeks and were in BA for a few days before heading back home. We were able to meet up and have lunch and share our experiences in Argentina with each other. It was so wonderful to have a little taste of home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we have our English cell group tonight at this house. This is my favorite night of the week. There are so many different people that come to the house and we share a meal and a Bible study together. These people have become like family to me and I always look forward to growing with them. All the Bible studies we do here each week have been such a blessing to me. I am constantly in the Word by myself and with other people. It is incredible the new things God can show you even through passages you've read a million times when you read them with new people who bring new experiences to the table. Everyone here has a story, and my faith has benefited from listening to those stories. I can only pray that my story has possibly been a blessing to someone else's faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I've got to go help get dinner ready for tonight. Enjoy the pics! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-8218137889047923997?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8218137889047923997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=8218137889047923997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/8218137889047923997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/8218137889047923997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/07/taste-of-usa.html' title='A Taste of the USA'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGv-O8UGNxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/q7N8zVkeh9k/s72-c/Argentina+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-4648309891515700990</id><published>2008-06-30T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:13:11.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I get carsick...and train sick...and boat sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGmCzmrc8KI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JZYsqk6fu20/s1600-h/hannah+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGmCzmrc8KI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JZYsqk6fu20/s400/hannah+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217845466353168546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGmC0HxMFVI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4gsZAw4k_KI/s1600-h/hannah+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGmC0HxMFVI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4gsZAw4k_KI/s400/hannah+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217845475235599698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGmC0ZteJNI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yuxbSUVuyLs/s1600-h/hannah+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGmC0ZteJNI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yuxbSUVuyLs/s400/hannah+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217845480051844306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGmC0ozmJhI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XlXN14cWXVQ/s1600-h/hannah+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGmC0ozmJhI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XlXN14cWXVQ/s400/hannah+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217845484104066578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGmC1Cbxf6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/boQo3VfP_yU/s1600-h/hannah+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGmC1Cbxf6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/boQo3VfP_yU/s400/hannah+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217845490983468962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went out to the Tigre. It is a town along the coast of Argentina. To get there, we had to take a couple of trains. I have never ridden a train before so I was excited about it! Well, we boarded the first train. What I had pictured to be a glamorous, cushion-seated, reclining seats train was in reality a dirty, uncomfortable form of public transportation. I, however, was still excited, until the train started moving. It was in that moment that I realized this was going to be an hour-long bumpy ride. Those of you who know me well and have traveled with me know that I get carsick pretty easily. Needless to say, I pulled out an empty plastic bag from my backpack just in case. Luckily, we didn't ride on this train too long before we switched to El Tren de la Costa (a more tourist-friendly train that actually does have comfortable seats and curtains on the windows). Also, I left my sweater on the train...my favorite gray sweater. I'm very sad...and cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got there, we rode a boat along the delta. Well...SURPRISE! I get boat sick as well. But...I was able to hold it all in long enough to get to our destination. It was so fun today to experience a different part of Argentina. It was so peaceful out by the water and I loved looking at all the boats. Plus, we had really good fellowship with our family and a couple of friends, Pedro and Andres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now..for the TERRIBLE NEWS: The Subte workers are on strike. This means none of the subways are running. Just as Val and I were starting to feel that we belonged here and could get around like competent members of a city of 14 million, our preferred form of transportation has to go on strike! We DEFINITELY have not mastered the bus systems yet and our bank accounts will not like if we use taxis all the time. It should be an interesting time until the strike is over. I hope it is soon. This is good news for you faithful blog readers. I can definitely guarantee you some funny 'lost-in-the-big-city' stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...that's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace. love. subte strike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-4648309891515700990?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/4648309891515700990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=4648309891515700990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/4648309891515700990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/4648309891515700990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-get-carsickand-train-sickand-boat.html' title='I get carsick...and train sick...and boat sick.'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGmCzmrc8KI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JZYsqk6fu20/s72-c/hannah+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-5729846599298759810</id><published>2008-06-29T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:13:12.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alpacas, Camellos, and Canguros, OH MY!</title><content type='html'>Today, we went to the zoo with the youth. It was fun. Here are some of my favorite pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGhQLxWCELI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vzdLHw-rZVw/s1600-h/Argentina+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGhQLxWCELI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vzdLHw-rZVw/s400/Argentina+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217508331463250098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGhQM_hU0LI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Simm4rSvCSI/s1600-h/Argentina+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGhQM_hU0LI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Simm4rSvCSI/s400/Argentina+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217508352448581810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGhQOC3b3EI/AAAAAAAAAH4/XuZFiyqruGQ/s1600-h/Argentina+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGhQOC3b3EI/AAAAAAAAAH4/XuZFiyqruGQ/s400/Argentina+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217508370526493762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGhQPJCaWdI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Q7X2Bf0JTpk/s1600-h/Argentina+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGhQPJCaWdI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Q7X2Bf0JTpk/s400/Argentina+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217508389363014098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGhQP8m6w9I/AAAAAAAAAII/awVcF4_0GbI/s1600-h/Argentina+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGhQP8m6w9I/AAAAAAAAAII/awVcF4_0GbI/s400/Argentina+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217508403206341586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-5729846599298759810?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5729846599298759810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=5729846599298759810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/5729846599298759810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/5729846599298759810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/06/alpacas-camellos-and-canguros-oh-my.html' title='Alpacas, Camellos, and Canguros, OH MY!'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGhQLxWCELI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vzdLHw-rZVw/s72-c/Argentina+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-6112711020317468531</id><published>2008-06-28T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:13:13.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AGUAFIESTAS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGcUrY09R4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/t53wSWH_3_c/s1600-h/Argentina+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGcUrY09R4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/t53wSWH_3_c/s400/Argentina+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217161428963510146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aguafiestas is my second favorite Spanish word. I learned it in the Spanish class Valerie and I audited last semester. When we read it, we thought it meant a pool party. It actually means "party pooper" we found out. Tonight at the youth Bible study, we were performing some skits based on James 4-5. One guy, Daniel, was acting in the play. Daniel speaks fast and normally I don't even try to understand him because it's a lost cause, but tonight I was listening to him enough to catch that wonderful word: aguafiestas. I turned to Valerie, and we immediately started laughing. We had forgotten about our word until tonight. Don't you worry, Harland Rall (that's our Spanish teacher), we WILL be using that word for the remainder of the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's what I've been up to since last I blogged:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGcUrqHCKgI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uhPxSFQH-_k/s1600-h/Argentina+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGcUrqHCKgI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uhPxSFQH-_k/s400/Argentina+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217161433602730498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool-- I played pool with some people from church. It was fun. My teammate, Philip, and I won two games in a row (mostly because of him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noche de Pelicula--Last night, we had a movie night up at the church. We watched 'Facing the Giants' on the big screen in the auditorium. This is a low-budget football movie made by a group of Christians. The first time I saw it, I will have to admit, I laughed the whole time. The terrible acting and message of the movie all seemed a little cheesy to me. However, last night, I was extremely moved by it. The main message is "Nothing is impossible with God". This message spoke volumes to me last night. This promise has been proven true time and time again this summer in Buenos Aires. NOTHING is impossible with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women's Group--Today, we hosted the women's group Bible study at our house. We talked about being good wives and appreciating the good things about your husband so that the little negative things don't seem like such a big deal. Clearly, I'm not a wife, but it was still such a wonderful experience to be with these women of God and learn from their experiences. I actually understood most of what they were saying and really feel like God opened my ears to allow me to hear and comprehend the messages they were saying. The women of this church are incredible wives, mothers, and servants. I am learning a lot from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGcUrxFnqMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AOVu9Io5CfI/s1600-h/Argentina+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGcUrxFnqMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AOVu9Io5CfI/s400/Argentina+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217161435475847362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth Group -- Tonight was our weekly Saturday night youth Bible study. We've been studying in the book of James and tonight was the final night of this study. We worked in small groups to come up with skits that portrayed the main messages of several passages in James. It was great! After youth group, we went out for some pizza with a lot of friends. I love being with the youth group! It is so interesting to me. I've only been here 25 days and these people are family to me. I look at them and I truly love and care about them. It's incredible that you can fall in love with a place and its people in such a short time, but I truly have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee time-- After youth, Valerie, Marisa (one of my sisters), and I went out for coffee. We had such wonderful conversation and I really felt the presence of God with us as we lifted each other up. Once again, it is incredible that I can love someone so much after only 25 days. Marisa is my sister and I am so blessed by the time we have spent together. It is incredible how God brings people together at perfect times! =) I look forward to much more time with my sisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to bed. Tomorro&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGcUsMLanRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/A9kKPlzapCw/s1600-h/Argentina+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGcUsMLanRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/A9kKPlzapCw/s400/Argentina+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217161442747915538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;w is church and then off to the ZOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-6112711020317468531?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/6112711020317468531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=6112711020317468531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/6112711020317468531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/6112711020317468531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/06/aguafiestas.html' title='AGUAFIESTAS!!!'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGcUrY09R4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/t53wSWH_3_c/s72-c/Argentina+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-3168073833887427619</id><published>2008-06-26T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:13:14.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metric system = some really nasty baking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGRgNnAhEhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/37ea9j2_ilg/s1600-h/Argentina+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGRgNnAhEhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/37ea9j2_ilg/s400/Argentina+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216400055327592978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGRgODk_3hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/donqpWSv0Vk/s1600-h/Argentina+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGRgODk_3hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/donqpWSv0Vk/s400/Argentina+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216400062996798994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you convert grams to cups? kilos to pounds? kilometers to miles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I don't know either. Valerie and I had our first try at baking from scratch in Argentina the other day. We thought we were doing everything right, but something went terribly wrong. The metric system is tricky! What was supposed to be a vanilla chocolate chip cake turned out to be spongy cornbread cake with chocolate chunks in it. It was so nasty! Bless the poor girls hearts who ate it and told us it was "muy rico" (very good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to redeem myself a little last night. I made cornbread for our Wednesday night cell group, and TA DA...it was a success. I don't know when I'll try my hand at baking again. The cornbread may have been a one-hit wonder. I'll keep you posted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, last night was our Wednesday night group. It is our English Bible study. I love this group of people. I look forward to seeing their faces in our home each Wednesday night and getting to study the Word together. Last night made me realize that we are becoming family. It has been over three weeks since I arrived here in BA, and the relationships I have formed with the people are growing each day. This truly is a home away from home! I do miss my family and friends and little things about my home in the USA, but there is nowhere else in the world I would rather be at this moment in time than here in Argentina! I know this is where God wants me to be and my soul rests in&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGRgOmIxxtI/AAAAAAAAAG4/znj0DCeLVBs/s1600-h/Argentina+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGRgOmIxxtI/AAAAAAAAAG4/znj0DCeLVBs/s400/Argentina+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216400072273675986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that! It is an incredible journey that I am grateful to be on each and every day. Thanks for coming along with me. There is still much more work to do and much more fun to be had here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...to answer the questions from the beginning (I tricked you--I really do know how to convert), 100g = 1/2 cup, there are 2.2 kilos to the pound, 1 kilometer=.62miles). So..there's really no excuse for my nasty cake! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The pictures attached are of Catedral Nacional. It is beautiful!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-3168073833887427619?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/3168073833887427619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=3168073833887427619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/3168073833887427619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/3168073833887427619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/06/metric-system-some-really-nasty-baking.html' title='Metric system = some really nasty baking'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGRgNnAhEhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/37ea9j2_ilg/s72-c/Argentina+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-5785326526916703320</id><published>2008-06-25T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:30:26.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are locals</title><content type='html'>Valerie and I are sitting in a cafe right now doing some work. We were looking out the window, and someone passed that we know. We waved and said "Hola!" to him as he passed on the sidewalk. We, my friends, are real locals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just felt the need to share that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-5785326526916703320?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5785326526916703320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=5785326526916703320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/5785326526916703320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/5785326526916703320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-are-locals.html' title='We are locals'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-5788593972914031897</id><published>2008-06-24T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:13:15.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero vivir en una casa de muchos colores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGJJTRaQJnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VbbcxaB7SnI/s1600-h/Argentina+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGJJTRaQJnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VbbcxaB7SnI/s400/Argentina+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215811913888310898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGHOd8TYPnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9-TVK00ORzk/s1600-h/Argentina+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGHOd8TYPnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9-TVK00ORzk/s400/Argentina+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215676857270681202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGJJUOo3Q1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RpjMDlO4AXc/s1600-h/Argentina+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGJJUOo3Q1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RpjMDlO4AXc/s400/Argentina+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215811930324157266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGJJUiCWY3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/8pkXlI7lugw/s1600-h/Argentina+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGJJUiCWY3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/8pkXlI7lugw/s400/Argentina+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215811935531328370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love colors! Most people think that brightly colored houses are tacky, but those people have never been to La Boca. La Boca is a little province in Buenos Aires that is covered in color-pink, yellow, blue, green, red, purple-you name it, it's probably on at least one building. After WWII, some of the Italians who immigrated to South America docked their ships at La Boca. They used the paints that were left on the ship to paint their houses and buildings. Because they had various amounts of various colors, all the buildings ended up being painted different colors! They are so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my history isn't perfect...this is just what I've been told and what I've read. I'm guessing they've probably had to repaint some of the buildings since then, but I'm assuming they've kept the original colors. Well, the history is irrelevant. Not really, but it is irrelevant to the fact that I love multi-colored houses and would like to live in one someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in La Boca, I learned a few tango steps. Yes, that's right. We went to a restaurant for lunch and there was a private tango performance for us. After the dancers performed, they asked Val and I if we'd like to learn a few steps. We, of course, jumped at the opportunity and took a lot of pictures. Needless to say, they asked me to join their dance troupe and travel the world teaching the tango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm feeling MUCH BETTER! Thanks for your prayers. Hopefully, I will remain healthy for the duration of the su&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGHNKFz6_dI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qejX35Ebo44/s1600-h/Argentina+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGHNKFz6_dI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qejX35Ebo44/s400/Argentina+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215675416714083794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mmer! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-5788593972914031897?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5788593972914031897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=5788593972914031897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/5788593972914031897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/5788593972914031897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/06/quiero-vivir-en-una-casa-de-muchos.html' title='Quiero vivir en una casa de muchos colores'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SGJJTRaQJnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VbbcxaB7SnI/s72-c/Argentina+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-5768430716899462210</id><published>2008-06-22T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:13:16.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is church?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SF7fA_7ch_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/TqPbyE04Gzc/s1600-h/Argentina+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SF7fA_7ch_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/TqPbyE04Gzc/s320/Argentina+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214850626795374578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I've updated my blog everyday this weekend. Usually, I try to leave a day or two in between blog posts so people don't get behind on reading it. Let's face it, most people probably don't stalk my blog everyday to make sure to stay current on all my postings (except you, Mom--haha), and when people do check it, you probably don't want to have to read 3 or 4 posts to catch up from the last time. However, I've just had a lot I wanted to write about lately. So, the lesson to learn from this is: Check my blog everyday, maybe twice a day just to make sure you never miss a post! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I spent 9 hours up at the church. It was a special gathering of all the C&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SF7fBeOpOhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/G8a1d5F-syU/s1600-h/Argentina+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SF7fBeOpOhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/G8a1d5F-syU/s320/Argentina+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214850634928962066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hurches of Christ from the greater Buenos Aires area. There were probably close to 200 people there. We started out with a lunch, then had a time of fellowship (which included playing ping pong, visiting, cleaning up from lunch, etc), had worship service, and ended the day with a merienda (the first dinner we have here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These activities got me thinking: What exactly is church? In my experience, it has always been get up on Sunday morning, go to Bible class (usually unwillingly, I must admit), go to the church service (watching the clock the whole time wondering how much longer this preacher will persist), then rushing out the door to beat all the other churchgoers to lunch. Today was a different experience and felt more like what I think church was intended to be. Chu&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SF7fCLCfx6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/aljd1ijkRBA/s1600-h/Argentina+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SF7fCLCfx6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/aljd1ijkRBA/s320/Argentina+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214850646957606818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rch is a family. Families eat together, play together, pray together, worship together, and just enjoy being in each other's presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the South American view of church--an all day affair. Did I miss my Sunday afternoon nap? Of course. Did my feet get tired from standing in heels all day? Of course. But, what I enjoyed most about today was not the worship service (though it was good) nor the food, but instead the sense of community I felt. There was a mutual desire to be together. Nobody was checking their clock wondering when they could go home, plop down on the couch, and turn on sports. Nobody was trying to figure out which restaurant would be the least crowded or the fastest. Instead, everybody was talking, laughing, and pitching in to make sure everybody was comfortable and well fed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SF7fBs5Kc4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/AfM2J4r-xVg/s1600-h/Argentina+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SF7fBs5Kc4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/AfM2J4r-xVg/s320/Argentina+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214850638865396610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the type of church I want to be a part of. This is the type of church I believe God intended for us to have. I am exhausted from the long day today, but at the same time I have been rejuvenated by the amazing body of believers that I am blessed to be a part of here in Argentina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-5768430716899462210?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5768430716899462210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=5768430716899462210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/5768430716899462210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/5768430716899462210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-is-church.html' title='What is church?'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SF7fA_7ch_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/TqPbyE04Gzc/s72-c/Argentina+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-824777154997550143</id><published>2008-06-21T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:13:16.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dios es Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SF2XrzfFHCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/WPgTZ1d0RlU/s1600-h/100_0833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SF2XrzfFHCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/WPgTZ1d0RlU/s320/100_0833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214490722375638050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I went to a youth meeting at Villa Urquiza (a church about 20 minutes from my house). It was a devotional of all three youth groups, along with a talent show and birthday celebration for a woman at Urquiza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all sang the song "Love One Another". It was beautiful! The words, "Dios es Amor" brought tears to my eyes. Possibly, it's because I'm sick and tired and so my emotions are heightened. But, I really think it's because the words penetrated my heart like they never have before. The reason is that the people of these three congregations truly know the meaning of the words "Dios es Amor". He who loves is born of God and knows God. He who does not love does not know God, for God is love. The people here love each other like nothing I've ever experienced before. They spend all their spare time together&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SF2Xq-ECJNI/AAAAAAAAADw/vZcs9rbfsuA/s1600-h/100_0827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SF2Xq-ECJNI/AAAAAAAAADw/vZcs9rbfsuA/s320/100_0827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214490708035118290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and know each other in a deep and meaningful way. Tonight, this precious woman from Urquiza celebrated her birthday with about 60 young people. That's all she wanted--to be with fellow believers on her birthday. Not only to be with them, but to share food, entertainment, and the word of God with them on this special day. THAT is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other highlights of the past few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pijama Party--yes, that is how you say pajama party in Spanish! Some girls came over last night. It was crazy! Unfortunately, I didn't get to participate much with them since I am sick, but I think it was a great time of fellowship for everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SF2XrRdG4-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/1R5nqbqOQO8/s1600-h/100_0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SF2XrRdG4-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/1R5nqbqOQO8/s320/100_0829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214490713240560610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empanadas- Valerie and I made empanadas last night for the first time. They are a HUGE staple food here (the picture is on the right...pretty good, huh?) Excuse the nastiness that is me in the picture...remember, I have strep. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...well, I've gotta go get some rest and hopefully get well! Thanks for the prayers...keep them coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-824777154997550143?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/824777154997550143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=824777154997550143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/824777154997550143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/824777154997550143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/06/dios-es-amor.html' title='Dios es Amor'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SF2XrzfFHCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/WPgTZ1d0RlU/s72-c/100_0833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-297062815587203424</id><published>2008-06-20T12:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T12:48:34.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would anybody care for some streptococo?</title><content type='html'>I am currently laying in my bed in Argentina with strep. =( I've been feeling bad since yesterday and realized last night that I thought I had strep. I was really hoping I didn't, but I woke up this morning feeling worse and knew I was going to have to go to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to this nice clinic and we were treated SO well there. My "mom" went and translated for me, and of course Valerie came along for the ride. This is where I found out that the Spanish word for "streptococcus" is "streptococo", which to Valerie and I sounds like a hot drink to order at a cafe. So, rest assured, even when I'm sick, I'm still able to laugh at the funny daily happenings here in BA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, keep me in your prayers. Hopefully, I'll feel better soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-297062815587203424?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/297062815587203424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=297062815587203424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/297062815587203424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/297062815587203424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/06/would-anybody-care-for-some-streptococo.html' title='Would anybody care for some streptococo?'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-130225323544443866</id><published>2008-06-18T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:13:17.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valerie, I need you to get out the phone. VALERIE, GET OUT THE PHONE NOW!</title><content type='html'>Okay...before reading this, I need everyone to realize that Valerie and I are totally safe here. Mom, this story might frighten you a little, but as soon as I talk to you on the phone, I will tell you all the things I remembered you teaching me about what to do in situations like this one. My life was never in danger...I don't think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Subte is mine and Valerie's top choice of transportation. It is easier for us to navigate than the bus and much cheaper than a taxi. Valerie and I have been here for 15 days now and have taken the subway almost everyday. The first few days, we took it the wrong way or got lost a little bit, but in recent days, we have been successfully navigating the subte every time. We have even been making 2 or 3 connections from line to line recently. Well, apparently, Valerie and I lost our heads last night for a little while...and consequently, almost our lives (just kidding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie and I left the youth meeting last night at church around 8:30pm. We walked down to the subway stop and boarded the subway as normal. However, we both realized that it wasn't normal this time--there was nobody on the train. I got an eerie feeling about this and asked Val if we should get out and check the next traincar to see if there were people on that one. As Val was deciding what she wanted to do, the train began to move. The doors did not close, though. At this point, I got a little worried, but I figured we'd just get off whenever this train stopped and get a taxi to take us the rest of the way home. (You see, the subway closes at night. I didn't know what time it normally closed, but I thought maybe it was closing and we just happened to get on the train. I knew it was going to have to stop somewhere, so at this point, I was worried, but figured we'd be out soon). At this point, Valerie poked her head out the door that was still open and made eye contact with a few subway workers who were standing on the platform. Through the horrified look on her face and the emphatic hand gestures she was giving, she informed them that we had no idea where this subway was going and why nobody was on it (this is an important detail of the story to remember).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the subway traveled for a little bit before it began to slow and eventually stopped...in the middle of nowhere...underground...in the dark. At this point, my heart was pounding out of my chest. It was like something out of a horror movie. Two young girls, traveling alone, get stuck underground on the subway tracks. It was like the point in the movie when an ax murdered jumps aboard the train. So...I turned to Val and said, "I'm about to throw up. You need to ge&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SFl2oiD2DjI/AAAAAAAAADY/5WhPk0Kq6Rw/s1600-h/subte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SFl2oiD2DjI/AAAAAAAAADY/5WhPk0Kq6Rw/s320/subte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213328482367835698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t our phone out right now. VALERIE, GET THE PHONE OUT NOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw a man walking down the tracks toward the car we were in. You know how there is a "fight or flight" reaction to everything? Well, we found out last night that I have a "fight" reaction and Val has a "flight" reaction. I immediately made my way to the open door of the train and prepared myself to attack this mystery man. Valerie had the phone in her hand, ready to dial Osvaldo, but began to back away from the doors slowly. Valerie said, "Senor? Senor?" The man jumped from the tracks up into the train car. At this moment, Valerie was the one almost throwing up, but I knew from looking at the man's uniform and his face that he was the train conductor and was there only to help u&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SFl2o8dnY9I/AAAAAAAAADg/tAPmc-8LurU/s1600-h/subte+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SFl2o8dnY9I/AAAAAAAAADg/tAPmc-8LurU/s320/subte+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213328489455248338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s, not harm us or anything. Apparently, the three men Val had seen on the platform earlier had radio-ed to the conductor to tell him there were passengers on the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said (of course, all in Spanish) "What's going on?" The conductor began rattling off in Spanish and the only word I caught was "caminando" which means "walking". I said, "Caminando contigo, por favor? (Walking with you, please?)" I knew I did not want to walk those subway tracks alone. He helped Val and I get out of the subway and led us down the tracks. We apologized profusely and explained to him that we're not from here. We had apparently boarded the train that they were putting up for the night! He just laughed and even let us take some pictures walking down the tracks. He led us up to the platform and made sure we got onto the right train and knew which stop to get off at. Praise God for this man's kind heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SFl2o89oPCI/AAAAAAAAADo/NnJ-VLL-BBU/s1600-h/subte+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SFl2o89oPCI/AAAAAAAAADo/NnJ-VLL-BBU/s320/subte+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213328489589521442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, I have never been so scared in my whole life. I have no idea what could have possibly happened to Valerie and me down there, but I thank God that everything turned out alright. I only suffered a minor heart attack, so I'd say that's pretty good. But, seriously, only read this story to laugh at the ridiculous adventures we have daily in Buenos Aires. Don't worry about our safety...God is protecting us even when we do REALLY dumb things! I've attached some pictures for your enjoyment! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace. love. subway tracks,&lt;br /&gt;Hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-130225323544443866?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/130225323544443866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=130225323544443866' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/130225323544443866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/130225323544443866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/06/valerie-i-need-you-to-get-out-phone.html' title='Valerie, I need you to get out the phone. VALERIE, GET OUT THE PHONE NOW!'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SFl2oiD2DjI/AAAAAAAAADY/5WhPk0Kq6Rw/s72-c/subte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-6628398857204272395</id><published>2008-06-15T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:13:17.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attention all readers (and I know there are SO many of you):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, HANNAH ANDERSON, SCORED A GOAL PLAYING FUTBOL TONIGHT AGAINST A TEAM OF ALL ARGENTINE MEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SFXoTc8m6NI/AAAAAAAAADA/qh8Y20b09qw/s1600-h/hannah+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212327564636776658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SFXoTc8m6NI/AAAAAAAAADA/qh8Y20b09qw/s320/hannah+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe it because it is true. I have a great cloud of witnesses that can testify to the truth of this statement. Yes, Valerie and I were talked into playing arena soccer tonight with some of the youth and the men from the church. The two of us and Maria Laura (one of our sisters) were the only girls playing (there were two other teams of all men). However, Val and I brought the fire of the USA on those Argentines. We would have made you all proud. I have included some photos for you entertainment (obviously, these are reenactments--we were moving much too fast during the real game to get a clear picture). Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SFXoTi6mbOI/AAAAAAAAADI/cUg1UCg_qhk/s1600-h/hannah+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212327566238969058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SFXoTi6mbOI/AAAAAAAAADI/cUg1UCg_qhk/s320/hannah+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend has been wonderful. It has been relaxing, and yet very productive. We worked more on the billboard. Man, this project is a big one! It's coming together nicely and we should be able to finish it with one more morning of work! Saturday, we got to spend a lot of time with the youth! Our relationships with them are strengthening everyday, and communication is becoming easier! God is merciful! We were able to get together and play cards with them before the youth meeting. Then, we had Bible study, and after Bible study, soccer. It was so wond&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SFXoUZjsHsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BdTmaXvKwzw/s1600-h/hannah+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212327580906823362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SFXoUZjsHsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BdTmaXvKwzw/s320/hannah+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;erful to be with them talking, laughing, and studying God's word! The community between the teens here is incredible. They laugh together, cry together, struggle together, study together, and have so lovingly welcomed Valerie and I to do these things with them as well. Community is powerful! We could all learn a lesson from these teens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was happy to find a McDonald's less than a block from where we were playing soccer. Pedro, William, Maria Laura, Valerie, and I went to the glorious golden arches and I had a Big Mac. Yes, a Big Mac, and I ate the WHOLE t&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SFXgVInK58I/AAAAAAAAACo/-zrCgmDxrrs/s1600-h/hannah%27s+pics+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212318797444868034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SFXgVInK58I/AAAAAAAAACo/-zrCgmDxrrs/s320/hannah%27s+pics+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hing! (see pictures)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, Valerie and I went back to the province, Recoleta, to do some more souvenir shopping at an artisan fair. I bought lots of cool things. When I say I bought, I mean Valerie bought because I'm still waiting on my debit card in the mail. Pray that that arrives safely! We got lost...go figure. We got on the 92 bus going the w&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SFXgXTw194I/AAAAAAAAAC4/C0Qc2Cvjsnk/s1600-h/hannah%27s+pics+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rong way. We rode it until the bus driver yelled at us to get off (apparently, it was the final stop). We were in a pretty shady part of town and it was starting to get dark. Valerie and I never panic when we're lost--we always know we can find some way home, and worse case scenario, we'll take a taxi. We wal&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SFXgW8TPDII/AAAAAAAAACw/06x3pw32Afk/s1600-h/hannah%27s+pics+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212318828499766402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SFXgW8TPDII/AAAAAAAAACw/06x3pw32Afk/s320/hannah%27s+pics+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ked and TA DA...there was the Subte! The C line...normally, we only ride the A line, so we were excited to ride a new line! We just rode the C line until it met the A line and made it home with no problems. So, Mom, don't worry. Even though we might get lost, we're competent travelers, and we always find our way home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace.love.futbol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-6628398857204272395?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/6628398857204272395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=6628398857204272395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/6628398857204272395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/6628398857204272395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/06/goooooollllllllll.html' title='GOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLL!'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SFXoTc8m6NI/AAAAAAAAADA/qh8Y20b09qw/s72-c/hannah+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-8246672082639390479</id><published>2008-06-13T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:13:18.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you say bulletin board? I think you meant BILLBOARD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SFKM7PLuiMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/a3J0DAFa6fY/s1600-h/hannah+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SFKM7PLuiMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/a3J0DAFa6fY/s320/hannah+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211382668136974530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola! So...Val and I have been working on a project for a little bit now. We are making a bulletin board of all the church ministries and activities for the area wide meeting next Sunday. We've been printing out all these pictures Osvaldo gave to us. Everyday, he gives us more pictures. Val and I kept saying to each other, "There's no way all these pictures are going to fit on a bulletin board". Little did we know that the bulletin board was a billboard. Seriously, it is massive. (A picture of the beginning and the progress we've made so far are at the right). We are still not finished, obviously, but are actually printing more pictures as I write this&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SFKM7kCLmwI/AAAAAAAAACY/Z_et9fzkccM/s1600-h/hannah+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SFKM7kCLmwI/AAAAAAAAACY/Z_et9fzkccM/s320/hannah+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211382673734081282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An update from my last blog entry: Things are definitely looking up here. I think I was looking for something tangible to be able to see that my work here was making any sort of impact. I have realized that this is a selfish desire and a sign of an immature faith. "Faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see" (Hebrews 11:1). Although I do not see or have a tangible thing to recognize that God is working here in BA, I have a faith that is certain of what I do not see. I am certain that God is working through me and within me to transform my heart and the hearts of the people here. What more do I need to see or know? Nothing! Thank you all for all of your prayers...keep them coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will leave you with this picture...Valerie and I found Oreos and Chips Ahoy in&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SFKM8doUAKI/AAAAAAAAACg/v5oDKcnRB3E/s1600-h/hannah+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SFKM8doUAKI/AAAAAAAAACg/v5oDKcnRB3E/s320/hannah+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211382689194836130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a supermercado here. Also, we found Lay's potato chips, but they aren't pictured. It was a good day! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace. love. argentina.&lt;br /&gt;Hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-8246672082639390479?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8246672082639390479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=8246672082639390479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/8246672082639390479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/8246672082639390479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/06/did-you-say-bulletin-board-i-think-you.html' title='Did you say bulletin board? I think you meant BILLBOARD.'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SFKM7PLuiMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/a3J0DAFa6fY/s72-c/hannah+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-1035210592359446957</id><published>2008-06-11T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T19:50:33.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple Dog Dare...vos sabes?</title><content type='html'>The triple dog dare is a manipulative tactic used especially by Valerie Hanneken. Don't get it confused with the dare, double dare, or even the double dog dare. These have no effect on me. Dare me to punch a brick wall, I won't. Double dare, I will say no. Double dog dare, I will refuse still. Triple dog dare, however, and I will have to reconsider. I recently told Valerie my philosophy on the different levels of "dare" (bad idea). Today, over lunch, we had butternut squash, a delicacy Valerie enjoys but I do not. I figured Valerie would eat it and so I would not have to. She, however, did not. I made facial expressions across the table to her to eat the food so I wouldn't have to, and she still refused. Then, she looked at me and mouthed those 3 fateful words: Triple dog dare. I looked at her with a look of impending doom, grabbed the spoon, and ate a heaping pile of butternut squash. Thank you, Val.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was our first private Spanish lesson. It was crazy! They don't speak Spanish here in Argentina; they speak Catallano (I think that's what it is called). The tu form is not used here. So, all the lessons I learned about tu aren't useful to me anymore. They use the vos form. Not the vosotros form like they use in Spain, but the vos form (a form only common to Argentina). So.....I'm learning a totally new form of Spanish that will no longer be useful once I get back to the states. Gotta love it! Haha! But...now I can say I'm sort of tri-lingual. Maybe that's cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the past couple days have been interesting for me. I'm getting to the point where I'm starting to miss home a little bit. Don't get me wrong, I still love it here and still definitely want to be here! It is hard for me right now because I haven't quite discovered my purpose here. Most of the ministry I've ever done has been with little children. That's where I'm comfortable. That's where I feel God has equipped me to work. In BA, I'm working with teens and adults mostly. I haven't quite found how God can use me in this way, and I have to admit that it is a bit discouraging. I want to be used by God in powerful ways. Please keep praying for me. Pray that I will be used in powerful ways here. Pray that I will trust in God's perfect timing and plan. Most of all, pray that I will have a great enough faith to realize that God IS using me even when I feel completely useless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-1035210592359446957?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/1035210592359446957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=1035210592359446957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/1035210592359446957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/1035210592359446957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/06/triple-dog-darevos-sabes.html' title='Triple Dog Dare...vos sabes?'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-3875476772266053421</id><published>2008-06-09T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:13:19.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission: Possible!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SE36G3MC66I/AAAAAAAAABw/FHWK3iWFeTU/s1600-h/Argentina+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SE36G3MC66I/AAAAAAAAABw/FHWK3iWFeTU/s320/Argentina+133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210095339738164130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, believe it...I have conquered the Subway! Valerie and I rode the subway system today and switched trains twice successfully. Basically, I'm a pro at living in the big city soon and should be completely self-sufficient on any public transportation in any city worldwide. Just kidding. But seriously, you should have seen us today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondays are days off for the Valdez family and, therefore, days off for Val an&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SE36H9OEvWI/AAAAAAAAACA/aHn9_X1hZfA/s1600-h/Argentina+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SE36H9OEvWI/AAAAAAAAACA/aHn9_X1hZfA/s320/Argentina+119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210095358537153890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d I as well. We went out to Plaza de Mayo this morning. It is basically the political and historical district of Buenos Aires. The Casa Rosada is there. It is where the president works. It is much like the White House, but the President doesn't live there. We also saw Catedral Nacional and some other federal buildings. This plaza is also where Big Ben is (No, not the real Big Ben. Clearly, that i&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SE36HfEgH1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/wrIdeQdHmrk/s1600-h/Argentina+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SE36HfEgH1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/wrIdeQdHmrk/s320/Argentina+110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210095350443941714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s in England). The British gave this model of Big Ben to Argentina, so it looks pretty similar. The Casa Rosada is also where Evita addressed the working class, and the location for Madonna's famous rendition of "Don't Cry for Me Argentina!" Those pictures are here for you to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we went to a movie with the family. We saw Made of Honor. Movies here are in E&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SE36ISxfwbI/AAAAAAAAACI/sxZ_VKqaa1Q/s1600-h/Argentina+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SE36ISxfwbI/AAAAAAAAACI/sxZ_VKqaa1Q/s320/Argentina+116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210095364322869682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nglish with Spanish subtitles. So...I was able to understand it. Also, I read most of the subtitles to learn some Spanish! Then, we played DDR at the arcade in the mall. It was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow is Valerie's 22nd birthday! Actually, it is already happening here since it's past midnight! So...FELIZ CUMPLEANOS, VALERIA! I think tomorrow will be a fun day!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-3875476772266053421?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/3875476772266053421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=3875476772266053421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/3875476772266053421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/3875476772266053421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/06/mission-possible.html' title='Mission: Possible!'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SE36G3MC66I/AAAAAAAAABw/FHWK3iWFeTU/s72-c/Argentina+133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-5354479304875782687</id><published>2008-06-07T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:13:20.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My blood pressure is at the maxi when I'm riding in a taxi!</title><content type='html'>Oh wow! The streets here are out of control!! In the past two days, I have ridden in 4 taxis and 4 buses. Each time I get in one, I just close my eyes and say a little prayer. I can't watch the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SEtTS1xW5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/MzjgY_RjRpg/s1600-h/Argentina+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SEtTS1xW5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/MzjgY_RjRpg/s320/Argentina+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209348977120962242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; road or any other cars around me because the vehicles get so close to one another. My heart basically stops beating every time I look. The streets have no lanes; they just fit as many cars right next to each other as they can. I mean, I know I'm not the best driver, but I have NEVER been that close to another car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there are many things to note from today and yesterday. Everyday is such a cultural and spiritual adventure. I'm going to make a list and briefly describe each. Hopefully, this doesn't become a 3-page post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running in the park: Valerie and I decided to start running at a park about 3 blocks away from the house. We went yesterday morning for the first time only to find that this park is rather small and doesn't really have a good layout for running. We still decided to run sin&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SEtTQ-s24XI/AAAAAAAAABI/_iq1Js8Twe0/s1600-h/Argentina+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SEtTQ-s24XI/AAAAAAAAABI/_iq1Js8Twe0/s320/Argentina+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209348945158267250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ce we wanted to exercise. We ran kind of in a zig zag pattern, probably 10 laps in like five minutes. Apparently, people don't run anywhere in this neighborhood. Maybe we'll try to find a new place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argenchina: For lunch yesterday, we ate at an Asian vegetarian place in Argentina. It was an all-you-can-eat buffet...very interesting! Don't think I'll be going there again. Steak, por favor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grocery shopping: We went to the supermercado with Laura yesterday. It was the biggest one I've ever seen and even had an escalator in the store! You can bet Val and I were snapping pictures left and right. (I've posted some). Laura may not ever take us anywhere again! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SEtTT5jCI_I/AAAAAAAAABg/WhmEQuam1wA/s1600-h/Argentina+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SEtTT5jCI_I/AAAAAAAAABg/WhmEQuam1wA/s320/Argentina+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209348995314492402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recoleta: Today, we went to an arts and crafts fair in another part of the city. I bought a hat and a ring and found a lot of other souvenirs that I'm going to buy later! Here, we also went to a cemetery where lots of rich and famous people of Argentina are buried, like Eva Peron (Evita). The design of the tombs and memorials is incredible! (I've posted some pictures of that as well, but the photos just don't do it justice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few of the funny and wonderful memories from the last couple of days! Tomorrow, we are going to Sunday morning service for the first time!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SEtTUgc25FI/AAAAAAAAABo/IxVsaaru7ec/s1600-h/Argentina+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SEtTUgc25FI/AAAAAAAAABo/IxVsaaru7ec/s320/Argentina+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209349005757572178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm excited! More to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-5354479304875782687?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5354479304875782687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=5354479304875782687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/5354479304875782687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/5354479304875782687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-blood-pressure-is-at-maxi-when-im.html' title='My blood pressure is at the maxi when I&apos;m riding in a taxi!'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SEtTS1xW5sI/AAAAAAAAABY/MzjgY_RjRpg/s72-c/Argentina+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-7802852558792889093</id><published>2008-06-06T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:13:21.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medienda = Sonic Happy Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SElPY2qMggI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GAHzjCD8vK0/s1600-h/Argentina+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SElPY2qMggI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GAHzjCD8vK0/s320/Argentina+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208781732438639106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went out for my first ever medienda. Medienda is like tea time in Britain, but here people get coffee, tea, or mate and sometimes a little snack (medialunas). Laura, Marisa, Valerie, and I went out for medienda. I got a cappuchino and some medialunas (To the right, you will see a picture documenting my first ever medienda). And for those of you who are wondering, yes I do drink coffee now. I also drink tea and mate and eat lots of things that I don't eat in the states normally. As Valerie always tells me, "This is a growing summer for you". I feel like medienda is like Sonic Happy Hour. It is the pick-me-up you need in the late afternoon to be able to make it through all the night's activities. So, I'm feeling right at home! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a good day. We were able to relax some and really spend time with our mom, Laura, and sister, Marisa. We had such great conversations. (To the right is a pic of Valerie, Marisa, and me after our medienda). It is such a blessing to be living with the Valdez family. We already feel right at home with them and we are able to be so open and honest with each other. There is never a dull moment with 5 women, 1 man, and 1 bathroom! =)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SElPZVjJbvI/AAAAAAAAABA/XcsaITOW4Es/s1600-h/Argentina+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SElPZVjJbvI/AAAAAAAAABA/XcsaITOW4Es/s320/Argentina+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208781740730576626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day gets a little better as far as understanding and speaking Spanish goes. Last night, we had a Spanish cell group. I was able to understand a lot at the beginning, but got a little lost after the first hour because focusing so hard on understanding the words is exhausting! Valerie and I are starting our Spanish tutoring next week. We have a woman who teaches ESL here in Argentina coming to the house for 3 hours a week. I am excited about this opportunity and look forward to being able to speak more and more! Continue to pray for us! Pray that God would help us overcome the language barrier and open doors for us to minister through actions more than words! Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-7802852558792889093?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/7802852558792889093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=7802852558792889093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/7802852558792889093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/7802852558792889093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/06/medienda-sonic-happy-hour.html' title='Medienda = Sonic Happy Hour'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SElPY2qMggI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GAHzjCD8vK0/s72-c/Argentina+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-228025686817577616</id><published>2008-06-04T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:13:21.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El Poopte Around El Subte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SEcIDLx-2xI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Jtm2LSMHup0/s1600-h/Argentina+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SEcIDLx-2xI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Jtm2LSMHup0/s320/Argentina+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208140344872327954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SEcIELx-2yI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2DpA0wSfi-E/s1600-h/Argentina+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SEcIELx-2yI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2DpA0wSfi-E/s320/Argentina+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208140362052197154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love public transportation. Why, you ask? Because it is always the same, and yet never the same. Each time you take the bus or the subte (subway), it follows the same route and makes the same stops, and yet each time is a completely new adventure. It's a little dirty (hence the title of this entry), but I love it still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our second day EVER in Buenos Aires, Valerie and I were turned loose in the city to try and make it to the church building. No problem, right? We went there last night and were given verbal directions. We made it to the Subte station (even ordered food on the way in a cafe successfully) with no problem. However, we boarded the wrong train. Again, not a huge deal. We looked at the subway map on the train, got off at the next stop, and switched trains. No big deal. We got off at the stop to get to Caballito Iglesia de Cristo and everything went downhill. Instead of taking Avenida Rojas, we took Avenida Barco de Centenera for about a mile. We found a McDonald's, bought a couple of scarves, and saw some dancers on the street. When this street dead ended, we realized our mistake, turned around, and walked the mile back to the station (for a total of 2 miles out of the way). Once we got on the right street, we found the church in no time. While we felt bad about being a little late to the church, we enjoyed our little adventure and were excited to see more of the city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, things here are wonderful! We met some of the youth group members last night at a meeting! They are all so nice and Valerie and I are excited about spending more time with them. Today, we helped sort some clothes for the church to give out, and we are having a Let's Start Talking Bible study tonight. We have lots of plans for tomorrow, so they're keeping us busy here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-228025686817577616?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/228025686817577616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=228025686817577616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/228025686817577616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/228025686817577616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/06/el-poopte-around-el-subte.html' title='El Poopte Around El Subte'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SEcIDLx-2xI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Jtm2LSMHup0/s72-c/Argentina+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-8263294700549696561</id><published>2008-06-01T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T13:36:06.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>So I'm literally dancing around like Little Orphan Annie singing "Tomorrow...tomorrow...I love ya, tomorrow! You're only a daayyyyy aaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaay!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are leaving tomorrow for the wonderful city of Buenos Aires! I am so excited! I'm pretty nervous about the flight--it's long and I get a little anxious on planes, but hopefully, I will be able to sleep some and have plenty of entertainment from my new iPod (and of course, my lovely travelmate, Valerie)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for us!! The next time I post, it will be from Argentina! Hasta luego!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-8263294700549696561?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8263294700549696561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=8263294700549696561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/8263294700549696561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/8263294700549696561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/06/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow...'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996323904277295033.post-3513346725878201845</id><published>2008-05-23T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T20:48:06.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Days!</title><content type='html'>In ten short days, I will be boarding the plane for Buenos Aires, Argentina! I have been anticipating this day for months now! It is hard to believe it's finally here. Most of the details are all worked out, and Valerie and I have been running errands and packing for the past week. We are so excited about our work in Argentina this summer! Please pray that Valerie and I will fully trust in God during our time abroad and that the hearts and minds of the people of BA will be open to our service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to post as often as possible to keep everyone updated on our journey! Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers for the next nine weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996323904277295033-3513346725878201845?l=heanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/3513346725878201845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996323904277295033&amp;postID=3513346725878201845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/3513346725878201845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996323904277295033/posts/default/3513346725878201845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heanderson.blogspot.com/2008/05/ten-days.html' title='Ten Days!'/><author><name>Hannah Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14118731274364946446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3fYRdIZNo_k/SDeX67x-2tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UKsXNsKny6A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
