First Meeting
We got to meet quite a number of old friends as well as meet new ones at the Zihuatanejo Kingdom Hall today. Here's a photo from near the platform ...
The meeting went very well. The Watchtower Study conductor here does an excellent job. The commenting is lively, the reading is high quality, and of course the scriptural instruction itself is invigorating. That may explain why, once the meeting is over, this congregation breaks out in applause.
I met one sister whose brother is a lawyer who assisted me years ago when I got sued by a disgruntled soul. (I am pleased to report the disgruntled soul lost.) I also met a brother from Quebec, not far from where we live, who spoke little English and was pleased to meet someone he could converse with in French. And I met another sister who was eager to introduce me to her brother because she thought we looked so much alike. We kinda did too. I should have thought of getting a photo at the time. Maybe next time.
Afterwards we hopped on a bus for home except it was the wrong bus. We had to get off in Ixtapa about a ten minute walk from our condo. It was 85 degrees F (about 30 degrees C) with uninterrupted solar radiance uninhibitedly bearing down. Plus we had on our meeting clothes. We knew the walk would be a thermal experience of the warmer persuasion so we paused for a cold frappuccino first, served in a mason jar with a bamboo straw.
Fortified in this way we embarked upon our ten-minute trek home during which we melted. But it was a walk of a mere ten minutes you may say. Indeed it was, and it taught us a well-learned lesson to scrutinize signs on a bus far more attentively.
The meeting went very well. The Watchtower Study conductor here does an excellent job. The commenting is lively, the reading is high quality, and of course the scriptural instruction itself is invigorating. That may explain why, once the meeting is over, this congregation breaks out in applause.
I met one sister whose brother is a lawyer who assisted me years ago when I got sued by a disgruntled soul. (I am pleased to report the disgruntled soul lost.) I also met a brother from Quebec, not far from where we live, who spoke little English and was pleased to meet someone he could converse with in French. And I met another sister who was eager to introduce me to her brother because she thought we looked so much alike. We kinda did too. I should have thought of getting a photo at the time. Maybe next time.
Afterwards we hopped on a bus for home except it was the wrong bus. We had to get off in Ixtapa about a ten minute walk from our condo. It was 85 degrees F (about 30 degrees C) with uninterrupted solar radiance uninhibitedly bearing down. Plus we had on our meeting clothes. We knew the walk would be a thermal experience of the warmer persuasion so we paused for a cold frappuccino first, served in a mason jar with a bamboo straw.
Why tell when you can show?
Fortified in this way we embarked upon our ten-minute trek home during which we melted. But it was a walk of a mere ten minutes you may say. Indeed it was, and it taught us a well-learned lesson to scrutinize signs on a bus far more attentively.



What a beautiful picture of you!! Already looking tanned and relaxed😊💗
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Nice picture of you & Carol! Did you ask someone to take it? Did you ask in Spanish or English? I’m sure there’s a story there! Lol
ReplyDeleteThe waitress volunteered to take the picture and she spoke flawless English.
ReplyDeleteNice picture!!!
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