In the states, laundry happens in a small (often windowless) room or closet whenever one can spare the moment to flip the load into a machine for washing or drying. Costa Rica has washing machines (praise the Lord!) and dryers, too. Electricity is so expensive, however, that colorfully decked-out clotheslines decorate everyone’s open spaces. Washing machines are often situated under awnings in open back patios. This summer I got to pretreat and sort within view of rolling hills and (hopefully) clear skies. The washing machine emptied its rinse water into the nearby sink and delighted my children by making enormous “sud cakes.”
The language of Laundry is spoken often in Costa Rica because of the warm weather and easy access to dirt, but it is spoken in terms of sunshine and warm breezes, limited only by afternoon rains, line space, and the number of clothespins you own. In Costa Rica, joy, and laundry, come in the morning.
I’m usually pretty capable of cranking out 1,000 words at any given moment. My husband will verify this, especially at bedtime when he’s drifting off. Whether those slurries of words are of interest to people outside of marriage vows (and sometimes even in them) is another story. I would like to start a new feature here on TheGoodNewsFamily to make it easier for me to share my heart for our global launch to serve at the Home of Life in Costa Rica. A picture is said to be worth that much in verbiage, sometimes even more. Please enjoy a few of my favorites and the (brief) reasons why.
Our home for 5 weeks this summer. There is a beauty to doing life in a small house when you are surrounded by glorious weather (I even love the rain) and warm people. Itty bitty living space, phenomenal cosmic life.
Every morning of our stay, the skyline above was the breathtaking view from the rocking chairs on our front porch. Cue the symphony of birdsong, crickets, and gecko chirps, pour the coffee, and breathe in the presence of the Lord. Blessings!