Would you hate me if I told you that had another fabulous beach weekend yet once again? And would you hate me even more if I told you that lounged on the beach right in front of Tiger Woods' beachhouse--just a mere 3 houses down from Matt's uncle's? It was just a splendidly rejuvenating afternoon spent studying French, bodysurfing salty waves with the guys, mahi mahi fish tacos, and enjoying each others' company.
On to other news, I've declared Sundays solely dedicated to coffee shop studying and downloading Limewire tunes. Thursday nights are always market night where one can expect the most serendipitous to occur such as giving watermelon to homeless men, striking up chance conversations with strangers who offer a spare napkin just in the nick of time, dancing to Disco in the Park tunes, and finishing the night off with ice cream and Swiss milk and The Fugitive. Friday Night~ the Basshams hosted the most beautiful vespers of worship jamming I've ever experienced. We sang for hours just passing around guitars, the jimbe, the mandolin, and the violin. It was the most deeply moving worship experience I've had in forever. Meeting new friends and then meeting together to worship God.