Embarrassing moment of the day.

Today I went with Chici to pick up some visitors to the Children's Home. Willie and Don. Willie is one of Victor's best friends and was best man in his wedding. Don has been down on several trips with Willie as Willie comes every year to visit.

We got to the airport and I made a little girls day. We went to a coffee shop and there was a mom, her 2 girls, and another woman with them. They ordered and moved to the side and I ordered. I got a frapucino without the coffee. Chocolate and milk is where it is at! And it was Ghirardelli chocolate sauce at that! So we also moved to the side to wait for our order.

I hear one of the girls say to her mom, "look at all that chocolate sauce she put in that cup with milk!" She was really excited. So I told them that was mine. Turns out they have been here almost a month and this particular girl has been missing her Starbucks (she was about 13. 13!!! Should she really even KNOW what Starbucks is???) chocolate drink. (well, at least it is just chocolate and not coffee, but still)

So the pleas began. Both of these girls really wanted my chocolatey drink. And I am happy to report, the mom caved!

Anyway, back to the story. So we picked them up and I started driving home. Traffic is busy (as it always is in the Capital) and I am darting in and out of traffic like a pro. I had been a little nervous because I didn't know them and didn't know what they would think of a young'un (yes, I am still young!) like me driving. We are almost home and Willie says out of the blue that I make a good chauffeur and I did a good job driving home. Insert smile and a big pat on my back from myself. :)

We get almost home and we are going up the last hill. There was a very slow tractor in front of us on a curve. And I couldn't see. It was at this point I decided to show them all how very Guatemalan I had become and I pulled out to pass him. Halfway past him I see a big truck coming towards us. Here comes the mortifying part. Out of my very own little mouth comes the words, "oh s$%*". Just like that. I haven't said those words in a VERY long time. But I got scared. And that is what I used to do when I was scared.

The tractor was going so slow that I easily passed him and we are all alive and well. Well, I am not so well. I didn't even know what to say or do. I am representing a good Christian organization, my pastor and his wife, and I just blurt that out. I think I had better go back to Missionary language 101.