Pichilemu

No, that's not some newly-invented curseword, it's a town. My new town, in fact... for now. I arrived yesterday around midnight after a three-hour drive from the Chilean capital, Santiago. My Discipleship Training School starts tomorrow.
It's the end of summer/beginning of autumn here. There are mostly pine trees, but I hope that the deciduous ones will change colors as the weather gets cooler. The day is nice... warm in the sun. The base -- a cluster of houses where families and students live and study -- is on a hill. The ground is covered in a fine, dry dust, some pebbles, and some pine needles.. When I look out from I see the Pacific Ocean down below. On the other side of the hill you can see small mountains in the distance. I think the town has 15,000-20,000 inhabitants: bigger than I had imagined, since I had been told it was a little village.
There are a lot of Colombians here for the DTS, several from Bogota itself. Also, people from Chile, Argetina, Uruguay, Paraguay, Brasil, Costa Rica, Germany, The U.S., Canada, Holland, and other places too, I'm sure.
This morning we had a church service here at the base, then I rested for a while, then we had lunch. Now I'm hanging out in the kitchen/living area of the girls' quarters. We have a small stove, small sink, and small refrigerator. A sofa, a table, and a few chairs. There are three bedrooms, each with three bunk beds.
The sun is shining, the wind is blowing, we feel sleepy... but I want to go see the town and the beach, and hopefully we'll go do that soon.

Here's to all that begins tomorrow; or all that began when I left North Carolina on Thursday, or Colombia yesterday, or when I left home over a year ago, or the day I was born... not sure when it all began, but here's to the next step!