After a precious few hours of sleep, I woke up and began to execute my plan. Shower, pack the few items used for the morning ritual and move all of my things to the staging ground. I loaded my things in the van and told the kids I would see them later. Jorge and I set off to the church at the usual time (a few minutes late), but that didn't bother me much today. We arrived and waited for a few talking and enjoying memories of the times from the camping trips. Just about everyone from the group was there. I said goodbye to Gerardo who was there to drop Toti off (who had brought me a torta for breakfast). When the group was assembled we set off for the park. We passed by the caseta on our way, and I, hanging out of the window, waved and yelled Gracias por la torta! We picked up a few more kids on the way there, but arrived at the Techio with the sound of airplanes arriving and departing being heard right on the other side of the fence.
The park was a very big, very nice place with a large dirt track, a big area for skaters and bikers, as well as playground equipment and pavilions with lots of grass and trees. We played a variation game of football that everyone joined in followed by a break for refreshments and a return to the field but this time to play soccer. The Mexican sun was bright and warm as we ran and played laughed and smiled, running with time and running as time ran away.
I had my first major Spanish miscommunication the day before. I was talking with Mario (Rico and Lili's dad) about having a meal with their family; he invited me to their house before I was to leave, but I offered that it would be better if they could bring the lunch to the park since it was right next to the airport. I left the conversation thinking this was the plan. Mario had approached me before we arrived (though we were en route) to see what time we would leave to go to his house. Sinking feeling. Oh no. I didn't want to spend a couple of hours with the kids at the park then say "Peace. I'm going to eat lunch and then leave." I wanted to be with them as much as I could all day. The biggest problem was the fact that his house was over by the church and it is an easy forty minutes one way. I was a shade concerned I might not make it back on time as well as having to ditch the kids. I didn't know how to tactfully communicate in such a delicate situation. When the time came he said we should probably be getting ready to head back I did the best I could to communicate that I just couldn't go. After a minute he said that he understood and that I shouldn't worry about it, there will be another time. I left feeling alot better about the situation.
We gathered under a tree and had piece of cake that Latisha had made and brought. I told them I wanted to tell them a story: Peter's story. In much the same way as I had shared with the jovenes that night I just talked. I tried my best to paint that powerful story of a young man being changed by God's presence on earth. I wanted to paint the details that laughter and joy the belief and saddness, the doubt and betrayal. I wanted to paint someone's real relationship with Jesus, to take them deep, and show them the hurt Peter caused, and how Jesus took that hurt and after all, told Peter, "Follow me." I told them that all of Peter's life and connection with Jesus began when Peter believed and followed Jesus. I encouraged them to believe and help each other follow.
In response, they blindfolded me. My mind slowly took inventory of all of the things they could possibly do to me and how I should respond in each situation. I didn't come up with anything good so I just sat and waited. The blindfold was untied and I was greeted by all of the kids holding a banner with my name on it. The kids were smiling and I could see that each had signed the banner. Andrea was holding a large picture of the group from the camping trip. I reminded them that I would wear them for the rest of my life. They had been with me and they will thus be with me forever. I just shared the huge smile that was being offered me.
There were many hugs and many gifts given to me. We laughed and smiled, talking and enjoying our last half hour together. I talked with Jose and continued to try and encourage him as even to the end he asked me solid questions about the Christian life and how he wants to get involved and share with the kids in my absence. I told him he is talented and so capable of offering this group so very much.
I boarded the van and with the group and made our way to the airport. After a quick change of vestiture I joined the line with three guys with three large bags to transport their surfboards. I chatted with one of the guys and they told me they had just come down to Huatulco to catch 'the swell'. They were there for seven days, said they go any time the wives let them. A freedom I wouldn't mind having some day (the ability to go and surf, not run away from my wife).
I approached the desk to find I'm not on the list. cool. I check my computer and discover this isn't my airline. So I discreetly walk over to the appropriate airline in the corner. My defense: it's a small airport. there were only people in line at aeroMexico and the guys said they were catching the 4 somethingish to Mexico City, so remebering my airline had Mexisomething in it and I too was going to MC around that time I thought this must be my airline: wrong.) I checked in without a problem passed through security after more hugs and well wishes from all and turned around to wave goodbye to people who had loved me so much for many days. I will miss them very much.
I took to the sky with much anticipation to hold the smile that would greet me when I arrived. Thoughts of future and past blurred into a contented present. Love was abundant in memory and Hope was full in vision of things to come. My life is new now.
Thank you for sharing in it.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
An Ascending Descent
Pre-Dawn: somewhere to my left (if I'm on my back) or to my right (if I'm on my stomach) came a light whimpering sound during all hours of the night. Teenage boys are such sissies.
I woke up to the same sound I wake up to everyday: Em'y and Aaron playing, laughing and having a good time outside my door. I rolled out threw on the old clothes and checked the fire. stone cold. oh well. Outside the air was nice and fresh, clean, pure and cold; the ground still wet from the night before. Another fire was made in the grill and the breakfast was made: eggs, tomatoe, onion, tortillas and hot chocolate/coffee. I threw a leftover torta on the grill (for old time sake (and to fill the 17 cubic millimeter space left between the top of my stomach and esophagus)).
I gathered and packed my things as everyone else was finishing breakfast. We all sat around the bonwood (no fire, everything was wet), and Jorge asked the kids different questions. It was so good to watch the kids respond to Jorge. I too participated but not as facilitator just as another who wanted to share. We broke camp and threw everything into the vans; we left fifteen minutes before we were supposed to arrive (aparently punctuality in Mexico decrease with altitude (that's called an inverse relationship)). We scrambled down the mountain (not because we were in a hurry (at least mostly (but probably because we were more afraid to overuse the brakes (and have them cease functioning)))). We had an eventless return with most still subdued from little sleep.
For Future Reference: the place we stayed is called Guahemoloyas and is near Teotitlan.
All were there (parents) when we arrived, but something most interesting and encouraging happened after disembarking. I stood to the side by the gate while the kids were standing in a circle talking about different things. I overheard them making plans to meet up later that night to get together. They didn't invite me, and that absolutely thrills me. This is beautiful; it's why I came. For these kids to go from strangers to a group that loves each other where their only connection to one another is in the church is an incredbile thing to watch and be a part of. I stood there at a distance smiling and thanking God for bringing them together and asking that He use each one to bring the others closer to Him.
Sister Norma brought and prepared lunch for us there at church. It was delicious even though we were tired. I really appreciate Jorge and Latisha's sacrifice in this whole event. They drove, cooked, guided, and played with the kids, and even though they wanted to go home and rest they stayed and shared lunch with us. After lunch we did go to the house. I washed some clothes, finished cutting the grass in the backyard, cleaned up and got ready to go to dinner with the family.
We drove downtown to a place called Tacos Alvaro. I ordered the Mata Hamber and two beef tacos. We had a 2 liter Pepsi, and enjoyed a sappy 80's Mexican movie with our meal. It was a good time to sit and be with the people who have been of such great service to me during my entire stay. We returned home.
Aaron and I finished a videogame we were playing, and he went to bed at midnight. I packed my clothes, wrote some, and called Kimberly to tell her that I am to see her soon .
I woke up to the same sound I wake up to everyday: Em'y and Aaron playing, laughing and having a good time outside my door. I rolled out threw on the old clothes and checked the fire. stone cold. oh well. Outside the air was nice and fresh, clean, pure and cold; the ground still wet from the night before. Another fire was made in the grill and the breakfast was made: eggs, tomatoe, onion, tortillas and hot chocolate/coffee. I threw a leftover torta on the grill (for old time sake (and to fill the 17 cubic millimeter space left between the top of my stomach and esophagus)).
I gathered and packed my things as everyone else was finishing breakfast. We all sat around the bonwood (no fire, everything was wet), and Jorge asked the kids different questions. It was so good to watch the kids respond to Jorge. I too participated but not as facilitator just as another who wanted to share. We broke camp and threw everything into the vans; we left fifteen minutes before we were supposed to arrive (aparently punctuality in Mexico decrease with altitude (that's called an inverse relationship)). We scrambled down the mountain (not because we were in a hurry (at least mostly (but probably because we were more afraid to overuse the brakes (and have them cease functioning)))). We had an eventless return with most still subdued from little sleep.
For Future Reference: the place we stayed is called Guahemoloyas and is near Teotitlan.
All were there (parents) when we arrived, but something most interesting and encouraging happened after disembarking. I stood to the side by the gate while the kids were standing in a circle talking about different things. I overheard them making plans to meet up later that night to get together. They didn't invite me, and that absolutely thrills me. This is beautiful; it's why I came. For these kids to go from strangers to a group that loves each other where their only connection to one another is in the church is an incredbile thing to watch and be a part of. I stood there at a distance smiling and thanking God for bringing them together and asking that He use each one to bring the others closer to Him.
Sister Norma brought and prepared lunch for us there at church. It was delicious even though we were tired. I really appreciate Jorge and Latisha's sacrifice in this whole event. They drove, cooked, guided, and played with the kids, and even though they wanted to go home and rest they stayed and shared lunch with us. After lunch we did go to the house. I washed some clothes, finished cutting the grass in the backyard, cleaned up and got ready to go to dinner with the family.
We drove downtown to a place called Tacos Alvaro. I ordered the Mata Hamber and two beef tacos. We had a 2 liter Pepsi, and enjoyed a sappy 80's Mexican movie with our meal. It was a good time to sit and be with the people who have been of such great service to me during my entire stay. We returned home.
Aaron and I finished a videogame we were playing, and he went to bed at midnight. I packed my clothes, wrote some, and called Kimberly to tell her that I am to see her soon .
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Mexcians, 'Mallows, and Mountains
After a beautiful good morning (thanks Dropkick Murphy's), we gagged the lolly and eventually made it to the church where our clansmen awaited our arrival. Jorge made a dash to get the vittles, while I legged it to get the real grub (fresh, hot tortas). Alma Rose also slipped me a packet of Hall's cough drops to cure what ailed me; I can't say the pineapple flavor went well with the Ritz(ish) crackers I bought for each van but hey, it's the cough, I mean thought that counts.
After a gentle wait we arrived, goodbyed, and made our way home. again. We reconoitered with the other vehicle, generally shifting and transboarding, and at last with U2 we set a course up. The road was beautiful as the day was mild, and as we made our ascent the temperature made its descent. It was a beautifully fresh and cool afternoon.
After a rather unsuccessful barter and the forking over of superflous funds (as if funds were ever superflous) we made our way up and around down and through a rather pleasant wooded scenescape. We found our cabins which were incredibly nice, and having laid our burdens down, made our way to the trailhead. After an hours hike down through treacherous terrain and vicious wild(ish) animals (the cow had horns and a look in her eye), we summitted a small hill that had a rock outcrop to one side. We had a short bout of rockclimbing and made our way to see a peculiar sight. A tree that seemed to have grown parallel to the ground though the ground began to slope downward a just after the trunk so that the tree, at its end, was almost 15 meters above the ground. Naturally Beto was the first to walk out going maybe a fifth of the way (I don't encourage them to have fifths), who was quickly one-upped by Eric making his a full fourth. Enter Wisdom. Jorge makes his ascent with a quick well balanced attack between one third and half the way out on the tree, a solid 8 meters up. There happened to be a normal tree at this juncture to which he was able to grab a hold of. Turning, he began to come back but quickly lost sight and confidence in his destination and ability to balance. After a few wobbley steps he set off gaining speed nearly plummeting with every step still feet away he made a leap for the bank with his last balanced effort and hit the dirt stumbling forward into safety. (I personally thought this ploy was a dare to cause personal injury to Jorge so that I might be guilted in to staying and taking up the preaching ministry during his recovery (regardless I was thankful for his safety)).
After the near death viewing, and go at some trout in some tanks, and a long hike up, we returned with little incident and I with a pair of flat rocks, hoping to do a little rock-top-cookin'. We gathered firewook and after too much trying a laid down on a log, and watched as the smoke turned to fire and began to pick up (steam?). The more you rush with making a fire the longer it takes; it's better to light it and lay down. After having the rock stove stepped on a broken a number of times and being unable to easily transfer fire I gave up. Oh well.
After a delicious dinner of tasajo tacos and juice, having more marshmellows than we probably shoudl have we went to gather more wood for each of the cabins as it began to rain. The rain didn't last but neither did the warmth of the individual (since every individual was telling me how cold they were (not miserable, but cold)). A fire was lit in the cabin I was to stay with three of the guys and all the youth huddled inside to play spin the bottle. THIS IS A DIFFERENT SPIN THE BOTTLE. (I just wanted to mention that); it's like truth or dare without the truth option. I supervised the game and gave suggests. We had quite a few singers make a very rough debut, as well as a Michael Jackson impersonation. There were push ups and marshmallow eating, all in all a pretty good night once I helped the creative juices get going. The crowd began to filter our around midnight.
After gathering more wood, a wolf found its way near the cabins, howling every so often and keep the kids pretty frightened. The woodland creatures did not sleep well that night for all of the yelling and screaming. Apart from the wolf I did hear something very reall approaching me in the dark; it never showed itself in the light but I know, I know...
After closing the door, checking the fire, the bed, and getting in it I laid down the ultimatum: the door will not open unless you are ready to sleep. With no fire outside and the cold night air I knew they wouldn't last thirty minutes. So twenty nine minutes later (I love to be right) there is a knock followed by guarantees swore in blood that it was indeed bedtime. So after much of the typcial camp pre-bed rituals all were in bed and the lights were out. I, rolling over and getting comofortable, heard a lot of popping coming from the fireplace followed by a crack. I look over to see a flaming log in our floor (which is stone so don't freak out), however during the bed-prep one of the young men (Ricardo) had put his pants right next to the fire. Remembering this event I sprang out of bed to remove said burning limb from his pants (which were thoroughly soaked from the rain) and return once more to capture the evasive sleep. Once I fell asleep it seemed the wolf had moved on.
After a gentle wait we arrived, goodbyed, and made our way home. again. We reconoitered with the other vehicle, generally shifting and transboarding, and at last with U2 we set a course up. The road was beautiful as the day was mild, and as we made our ascent the temperature made its descent. It was a beautifully fresh and cool afternoon.
After a rather unsuccessful barter and the forking over of superflous funds (as if funds were ever superflous) we made our way up and around down and through a rather pleasant wooded scenescape. We found our cabins which were incredibly nice, and having laid our burdens down, made our way to the trailhead. After an hours hike down through treacherous terrain and vicious wild(ish) animals (the cow had horns and a look in her eye), we summitted a small hill that had a rock outcrop to one side. We had a short bout of rockclimbing and made our way to see a peculiar sight. A tree that seemed to have grown parallel to the ground though the ground began to slope downward a just after the trunk so that the tree, at its end, was almost 15 meters above the ground. Naturally Beto was the first to walk out going maybe a fifth of the way (I don't encourage them to have fifths), who was quickly one-upped by Eric making his a full fourth. Enter Wisdom. Jorge makes his ascent with a quick well balanced attack between one third and half the way out on the tree, a solid 8 meters up. There happened to be a normal tree at this juncture to which he was able to grab a hold of. Turning, he began to come back but quickly lost sight and confidence in his destination and ability to balance. After a few wobbley steps he set off gaining speed nearly plummeting with every step still feet away he made a leap for the bank with his last balanced effort and hit the dirt stumbling forward into safety. (I personally thought this ploy was a dare to cause personal injury to Jorge so that I might be guilted in to staying and taking up the preaching ministry during his recovery (regardless I was thankful for his safety)).
After the near death viewing, and go at some trout in some tanks, and a long hike up, we returned with little incident and I with a pair of flat rocks, hoping to do a little rock-top-cookin'. We gathered firewook and after too much trying a laid down on a log, and watched as the smoke turned to fire and began to pick up (steam?). The more you rush with making a fire the longer it takes; it's better to light it and lay down. After having the rock stove stepped on a broken a number of times and being unable to easily transfer fire I gave up. Oh well.
After a delicious dinner of tasajo tacos and juice, having more marshmellows than we probably shoudl have we went to gather more wood for each of the cabins as it began to rain. The rain didn't last but neither did the warmth of the individual (since every individual was telling me how cold they were (not miserable, but cold)). A fire was lit in the cabin I was to stay with three of the guys and all the youth huddled inside to play spin the bottle. THIS IS A DIFFERENT SPIN THE BOTTLE. (I just wanted to mention that); it's like truth or dare without the truth option. I supervised the game and gave suggests. We had quite a few singers make a very rough debut, as well as a Michael Jackson impersonation. There were push ups and marshmallow eating, all in all a pretty good night once I helped the creative juices get going. The crowd began to filter our around midnight.
After gathering more wood, a wolf found its way near the cabins, howling every so often and keep the kids pretty frightened. The woodland creatures did not sleep well that night for all of the yelling and screaming. Apart from the wolf I did hear something very reall approaching me in the dark; it never showed itself in the light but I know, I know...
After closing the door, checking the fire, the bed, and getting in it I laid down the ultimatum: the door will not open unless you are ready to sleep. With no fire outside and the cold night air I knew they wouldn't last thirty minutes. So twenty nine minutes later (I love to be right) there is a knock followed by guarantees swore in blood that it was indeed bedtime. So after much of the typcial camp pre-bed rituals all were in bed and the lights were out. I, rolling over and getting comofortable, heard a lot of popping coming from the fireplace followed by a crack. I look over to see a flaming log in our floor (which is stone so don't freak out), however during the bed-prep one of the young men (Ricardo) had put his pants right next to the fire. Remembering this event I sprang out of bed to remove said burning limb from his pants (which were thoroughly soaked from the rain) and return once more to capture the evasive sleep. Once I fell asleep it seemed the wolf had moved on.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Bubble Beard
I woke up fairly early (for me) today and feel loads better (must have had something to do with the talk last night). Aaron and I finished up an on going game, and cleaned our rooms (company was coming for lunch). So I multi-tasked a breakfast, bed making, internet chatting, music listening, and dressing session, and was well prepared to receive the group. Latisha made a wonderful lunch and we all sat down and enjoyed the meal together. The visitors were one Bill Watson and his wife as well as his daughter, her husband, and children. They hail from Albuquerque (I definitely did spell that right (thanks spellcheck)). We sat and talked about a variety of things (I mostly listened). They left and I prepared for tomorrows event. I made phone calls to invite/inform the kids/parents about our plans for camping most are really stoked about going (including me (still)).
We loaded up the van to go to Wednesday night class at the building. Jose was there and I sat with him (it's really good to see him again). I invited him to come tomorrow and he said he was game (I am way stoked now). Jorge invited me to go to the visitation with the other old(er) guys, so I went. I rode with Victor on his moped and it was awesome. Cap on backwards, feeling the sunset behind the clouds as the cool breeze weaves around the mountains, climbing a mountainside road road as it rises above the city, oh it was a beautiful moment. We arrived well before the others that were in the car (funny how that happens when you can blow by cars on the shoulder or between them when they are stopped).
We went inside and saw Amor who was having what seemed to be a pulmonary infection (not my personal diagnosis). I've never been to visit a sick person in their home so I had no idea how this was going to go, but Gerardo told one joke right after another for a half hour straight; it was incredible (I even got some of the jokes (have you heard the one about the dumb person who said no? (took me a second but I got it (cut me some slack it was in spanish))). The others chimed in ocassionaly making comments here and there, but really there was just much laughter and smiling. The next half hour or better consisted of Gerardo with a word or two from Tomas talking about different experiences where sick people were encouraged by people and by committing themselves to both God and to feeling better, doing what they could to help themselves with the resources they have. The next half hour was Jorge's opportunity to speak with some input from Amor (the sister with the lung problem). The next half hour included talking about singing a song, talking, and then singing the song. The next half hour involved sweet bread and soft drink. I will confess that I wasn't as patient as I should have been. I feel like this lack of patience is really a lack of trust (that God will work things out) because as it gets later I keep thinking about the dinner date (knowing this is the only night I have left to go to dinner with this family). As we finally drop everyone off and are on our way to drop Gerardo off I just feel sick knowing almost certainly that now after 10 o'clock Gerardo's wife is asleep and we won't all be able to go together. We arrived and Gerardo went in; he came back out and said let's go. The whole family was there; my tears were instantly dried.
We went to the taco place where I had eaten the first tacos of the trip with Gerardo. I made my order and waited. As everyone else got their food I waited. As everyone finished their food I waited. I remade my order and waited. I got my food and I ated. It was okay, but I could have done without the racism (they (Jorge and Gerardo and his family) thought it was a great joke when I commented that I wasn't served because of racism). I asked for the check and waited. I asked again and waited. I received it, paid, and waited. They brought gum with the change. They were short one piece. My piece. So I waited. He brought me two. I tipped, chewed and left with the family, feeling good about giving a small gift to a family who has given me so much.
Note: I really really like mineral water, especially with blended strawberry and sugar (or in an soda italiana).
I personally invited (kind of begged) Toti to go with us camping tomorrow (he's not big on the outdoors (because his dad isn't either)). We said goodnight with smiles on our faces and made for the car.
Em'y, Aaron and I then had Oaxaca's first bubble blowing competition (I won). It was a lot of fun. They really got a kick out of the big bubble, the bubble in a bubble, the reverse bubble, and of course the explosion with the following minutes used to pick particals out of my facial hair. We laughed much, rejoicing in a full day that was very soon to be over.
We loaded up the van to go to Wednesday night class at the building. Jose was there and I sat with him (it's really good to see him again). I invited him to come tomorrow and he said he was game (I am way stoked now). Jorge invited me to go to the visitation with the other old(er) guys, so I went. I rode with Victor on his moped and it was awesome. Cap on backwards, feeling the sunset behind the clouds as the cool breeze weaves around the mountains, climbing a mountainside road road as it rises above the city, oh it was a beautiful moment. We arrived well before the others that were in the car (funny how that happens when you can blow by cars on the shoulder or between them when they are stopped).
We went inside and saw Amor who was having what seemed to be a pulmonary infection (not my personal diagnosis). I've never been to visit a sick person in their home so I had no idea how this was going to go, but Gerardo told one joke right after another for a half hour straight; it was incredible (I even got some of the jokes (have you heard the one about the dumb person who said no? (took me a second but I got it (cut me some slack it was in spanish))). The others chimed in ocassionaly making comments here and there, but really there was just much laughter and smiling. The next half hour or better consisted of Gerardo with a word or two from Tomas talking about different experiences where sick people were encouraged by people and by committing themselves to both God and to feeling better, doing what they could to help themselves with the resources they have. The next half hour was Jorge's opportunity to speak with some input from Amor (the sister with the lung problem). The next half hour included talking about singing a song, talking, and then singing the song. The next half hour involved sweet bread and soft drink. I will confess that I wasn't as patient as I should have been. I feel like this lack of patience is really a lack of trust (that God will work things out) because as it gets later I keep thinking about the dinner date (knowing this is the only night I have left to go to dinner with this family). As we finally drop everyone off and are on our way to drop Gerardo off I just feel sick knowing almost certainly that now after 10 o'clock Gerardo's wife is asleep and we won't all be able to go together. We arrived and Gerardo went in; he came back out and said let's go. The whole family was there; my tears were instantly dried.
We went to the taco place where I had eaten the first tacos of the trip with Gerardo. I made my order and waited. As everyone else got their food I waited. As everyone finished their food I waited. I remade my order and waited. I got my food and I ated. It was okay, but I could have done without the racism (they (Jorge and Gerardo and his family) thought it was a great joke when I commented that I wasn't served because of racism). I asked for the check and waited. I asked again and waited. I received it, paid, and waited. They brought gum with the change. They were short one piece. My piece. So I waited. He brought me two. I tipped, chewed and left with the family, feeling good about giving a small gift to a family who has given me so much.
Note: I really really like mineral water, especially with blended strawberry and sugar (or in an soda italiana).
I personally invited (kind of begged) Toti to go with us camping tomorrow (he's not big on the outdoors (because his dad isn't either)). We said goodnight with smiles on our faces and made for the car.
Em'y, Aaron and I then had Oaxaca's first bubble blowing competition (I won). It was a lot of fun. They really got a kick out of the big bubble, the bubble in a bubble, the reverse bubble, and of course the explosion with the following minutes used to pick particals out of my facial hair. We laughed much, rejoicing in a full day that was very soon to be over.
Operation Feel Better
Tuesday the group left but I was not there to see it; I had said my see you soons. I stayed in bed and fought for health with each awakening feeling a touch better. I did arise eventually and after a couple of cups of oatmeal with butter, milk, water, and maple syrup. Aaron and I attacked the backyard with machetes. We worked while Latisha fixed lunch. With the perfect amount of hunger joining with a bountiful and delicious meal I found myself in a place of sheer bliss, and what's more we ate together as a family. All together again.
I took some time to introduce a few of the things the kids had thought about doing and seeing which ones we could squeeze into the schedule. We settled on a camping trip Thursday night, and a late morning in the park before my Saturday afternoon departure. I am really excited about the camping trip; I love camping and I love these kids, so I am all but certain it will be a great time. It is good to be able to sit with Jorge and Latisha (both with recharged batteries after having helped the group on their way) listen and talk with excitement about doing things with these kids even so late in the game. I admire them more every day.
As for the rest of this day the elusive prayer meeting was to take place tonight, so I decided I would join for the first and last time (on this trip). I rode in with Jorge and we went through the list of members and visitors, writing those down that we should remember in prayer as well as upcoming events. We (us two, Gerardo, Victor, and Tomas) prayed for each person and made plans to visit one the next day after class. (I was really hoping that they would say before class because I wanted to invite Gerardo and his family to dinner since they had been my hosts earlier in the trip). So I invited Gerardo and we made plans to go after the visitation.
I then jumped a bus to go and lift weights where I had an embarrassing moment on the bench press. We are doing lower reps with higher weight and even though I was using much less than the percentage I was supposed to be using (sickness hasn't helped much this week), I still couldn't get my last rep and so had to rest the bar and weight on my chest while a couple of the other guys noticed and came over to help me. Weakness continues to prevail. I finished my workout without trying to impress anyone (not even myself).
I jumped in a taxi with five other friends (when you're in Mexico everyone is your friend) and made it home without incident. After sending the last of my academic requirements (bar reflection paper (ten pager (blah))), I called to wake up Kimberly and we talked and listened for a time that wasn't long enough. I did fall asleep; eventually.
I took some time to introduce a few of the things the kids had thought about doing and seeing which ones we could squeeze into the schedule. We settled on a camping trip Thursday night, and a late morning in the park before my Saturday afternoon departure. I am really excited about the camping trip; I love camping and I love these kids, so I am all but certain it will be a great time. It is good to be able to sit with Jorge and Latisha (both with recharged batteries after having helped the group on their way) listen and talk with excitement about doing things with these kids even so late in the game. I admire them more every day.
As for the rest of this day the elusive prayer meeting was to take place tonight, so I decided I would join for the first and last time (on this trip). I rode in with Jorge and we went through the list of members and visitors, writing those down that we should remember in prayer as well as upcoming events. We (us two, Gerardo, Victor, and Tomas) prayed for each person and made plans to visit one the next day after class. (I was really hoping that they would say before class because I wanted to invite Gerardo and his family to dinner since they had been my hosts earlier in the trip). So I invited Gerardo and we made plans to go after the visitation.
I then jumped a bus to go and lift weights where I had an embarrassing moment on the bench press. We are doing lower reps with higher weight and even though I was using much less than the percentage I was supposed to be using (sickness hasn't helped much this week), I still couldn't get my last rep and so had to rest the bar and weight on my chest while a couple of the other guys noticed and came over to help me. Weakness continues to prevail. I finished my workout without trying to impress anyone (not even myself).
I jumped in a taxi with five other friends (when you're in Mexico everyone is your friend) and made it home without incident. After sending the last of my academic requirements (bar reflection paper (ten pager (blah))), I called to wake up Kimberly and we talked and listened for a time that wasn't long enough. I did fall asleep; eventually.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Miserable Monday?
So I woke up a few times, each time feeling a touch better. By the time I got out of bed I was only feeling a skosh better and since there was only a half hour left in the morning I got up and tried to encourage some inner cleansing by cleansing the outer (not that I'm a hypocrite and am concerned about the outside of cup (though it's a pretty good lookin' cup) but I don't really feeling like Mexican soap and tap water should be entering the inside of my body). I did feel refreshed but hadn't eaten in almost 24 hours so I had a bowl of cereal to hold me over.
I have to turn in all of my academic work today, which means I have a lot to do. So I began working on somethings, and took a break to call Kimberly then went to lunch when a man with some pipes (musical) and a guitar walked in. He started playing and I was entranced. It was really good, so good that I bought his cd. I returned home with a Bible in one hand and a bag of laundry detergent in the other. I got home and was getting ready to do some more work when Latisha walked in and asked if I was going with the group. I didn't know but I figured since this was their last day I should go. So I put some real clothes on (the clothes I went to town in where not real) and grabbed my computer thinking I would work some.
We get to the church and I find out that most are going to see the theatrical production of the La Casa de Bernarda Alba, and that I get to hang out with the slackers who weren't interested (that suites me). We went to have tacos close to the zocalo, and I went on two secret missions, both of which I am very pleased with the outcome. We met the others at a coffee place and decided to go run around for a bit. I had a strawberry and kiwi (that's a fun word to type) italian soda. We sat and talked and laughed. We then began to make our move back to the church, meandering about in the streets. Since the Guelaguetza festival is all week there are lots of people out and about. We made it to the park called Llano and watched some fireworks and listened to some live music. It was really neat to see all of the people out in the park on such a gorgeous night. We made it back to the church only to leave to go for tacos. We enjoyed them as the group spent the last of their pesos.
We went back to the church and had some reflection time with Jorge and the group leaders Larry and Linda Moran. Jose was there and offered his deepest gratitude for what the group had done. It was an incredible thing to see a young man on a such a journey open himself to this group and try to express his appreciation for what they had done and what they mean to him. There were other thougths and reflections about the trip in general. Our goodbyes were brief; Jorge drove me to the house. It is now after 4 a.m. and I have finished what I need to (besides the laundry) to say goodnight.
I have to turn in all of my academic work today, which means I have a lot to do. So I began working on somethings, and took a break to call Kimberly then went to lunch when a man with some pipes (musical) and a guitar walked in. He started playing and I was entranced. It was really good, so good that I bought his cd. I returned home with a Bible in one hand and a bag of laundry detergent in the other. I got home and was getting ready to do some more work when Latisha walked in and asked if I was going with the group. I didn't know but I figured since this was their last day I should go. So I put some real clothes on (the clothes I went to town in where not real) and grabbed my computer thinking I would work some.
We get to the church and I find out that most are going to see the theatrical production of the La Casa de Bernarda Alba, and that I get to hang out with the slackers who weren't interested (that suites me). We went to have tacos close to the zocalo, and I went on two secret missions, both of which I am very pleased with the outcome. We met the others at a coffee place and decided to go run around for a bit. I had a strawberry and kiwi (that's a fun word to type) italian soda. We sat and talked and laughed. We then began to make our move back to the church, meandering about in the streets. Since the Guelaguetza festival is all week there are lots of people out and about. We made it to the park called Llano and watched some fireworks and listened to some live music. It was really neat to see all of the people out in the park on such a gorgeous night. We made it back to the church only to leave to go for tacos. We enjoyed them as the group spent the last of their pesos.
We went back to the church and had some reflection time with Jorge and the group leaders Larry and Linda Moran. Jose was there and offered his deepest gratitude for what the group had done. It was an incredible thing to see a young man on a such a journey open himself to this group and try to express his appreciation for what they had done and what they mean to him. There were other thougths and reflections about the trip in general. Our goodbyes were brief; Jorge drove me to the house. It is now after 4 a.m. and I have finished what I need to (besides the laundry) to say goodnight.
The Final First Day
I woke up with an incredibly sore throat (either to be contribute to the incredible vocal range I demonstrated the night before or just the cold air). We went to breakfast at a market where we bought sweet bread, strawberry yogurt, and hot chocolate. Oh, and did I mention that Lulu had bought and prepared the chapulines? Well she did, so I had a tortilla full of fried grasshoppers to go with my hot chocolate; breakfast of champions. We went to church and had a good time. At breakfast I had talked to Jose about the Lord Supper and told him a few of the reason we take it. I invited him to join us in partaking if he would like to. He again asked me if he should after the bread was prayed for and I told he should do what he wants because he's already remembering Jesus with us right now so...
We had class where I tried to say something meaningful but didn't feel very convinced afterward. We talked about prospective plans for my last week here; they pitched some good ideas but it's up to me to figure out the logistics.
We broke and the kids decided to follow me around for the day. My plans were to follow the H group around, so we went to lunch but I order some juice for my group since some had eaten and most didn't want to eat at a place that was so fancy. So we drank our juice and went to the park.
At the park we played a stirring game of tag after having a few races around the fountain. We goofed around for a few hours, finally sitting down to have a tlayuda. It was delicious being seasoned with a large helping of ravenous hunger. We said goodbye to a few in the group as it reached the fourth hour of the noon, but the rest took to the street to walk to a home close to the theatre. After much time on foot we arrived only to have me sneeze comenzing the most impressive nosebleed I have displayed in quite some time. At this time I am still not feeling to hot, sore throat, nose and headache. We wait for a short while and the hike to the theatre to join some of the jovenes to catch a flick. The theatre is way crowded so after a short talk in English with a guy from LA with tattoos on his face and hands (yeah, he was working security, thought I was a preacher, weird huh?) we went (drove, thank goodness) to another and opted to watch Ice Age III in Spanish. At this point I am so stupid tired and not feeling right that I really didn't argue (not that I would have otherwise). I survived the 3rd Ice Age and was glad to return (by car) to the church. I met Jorge there and went to his mom's house to pick up the rest of the family.
After show grandma the 16 minute video of the VBS photos (I should have made it shorter) we finally meandered out the door and into the car. I put my head against the door and closed my eyes. When I got home I took three ibuprofen and went to sleep with no guarantee as to what time I would get up.
We had class where I tried to say something meaningful but didn't feel very convinced afterward. We talked about prospective plans for my last week here; they pitched some good ideas but it's up to me to figure out the logistics.
We broke and the kids decided to follow me around for the day. My plans were to follow the H group around, so we went to lunch but I order some juice for my group since some had eaten and most didn't want to eat at a place that was so fancy. So we drank our juice and went to the park.
At the park we played a stirring game of tag after having a few races around the fountain. We goofed around for a few hours, finally sitting down to have a tlayuda. It was delicious being seasoned with a large helping of ravenous hunger. We said goodbye to a few in the group as it reached the fourth hour of the noon, but the rest took to the street to walk to a home close to the theatre. After much time on foot we arrived only to have me sneeze comenzing the most impressive nosebleed I have displayed in quite some time. At this time I am still not feeling to hot, sore throat, nose and headache. We wait for a short while and the hike to the theatre to join some of the jovenes to catch a flick. The theatre is way crowded so after a short talk in English with a guy from LA with tattoos on his face and hands (yeah, he was working security, thought I was a preacher, weird huh?) we went (drove, thank goodness) to another and opted to watch Ice Age III in Spanish. At this point I am so stupid tired and not feeling right that I really didn't argue (not that I would have otherwise). I survived the 3rd Ice Age and was glad to return (by car) to the church. I met Jorge there and went to his mom's house to pick up the rest of the family.
After show grandma the 16 minute video of the VBS photos (I should have made it shorter) we finally meandered out the door and into the car. I put my head against the door and closed my eyes. When I got home I took three ibuprofen and went to sleep with no guarantee as to what time I would get up.
Monday, July 20, 2009
The Way is Shut and the Dead Keep It
Saturday began slowly by catching a bus to go watch Toti's soccer match. I got bad directions so I got to walk for a full half hour before arriving at the game. Turns out Toti wasn't there but I stayed to watch the second half anyway. This minor disappointment was followed by a less than intense weight work followed by a more intense core workout followed by a fork-in-me-I'm-done workout in the pool, this followed by a slow roast in the sun (to dry off of course). I then went to church to join the jovenes for class. Jose was there asked about how we know the difference between right and wrong. There was good discussion from many different people; it is good to see that Jose is still working things around in his mind. We went for tacos as we waited on Jeff for tonight it was going to be the 4 amigos (I was staying the night with Miguel, Jose, and Jeff). We picked Jeff up; cranked the cd player to cuarenta y dos and sang (a very loose usage of this word) to Journey the entire way home with much air guitar, air drum, air piano, trumpet and microphone usage. I think there were four different guitar solos going on at the same time. We arrived home without the offer for an encore. Then they busted out the real instruments.
Miguel on electric guitar, Jose and Jeff on dual acoustics and me on the spoons and the empty water keg (think djembe). We passed the vocals around and made a lot of noise laugh and having a good time. Now approaching midnight we opted for something a touch more dangerous...
Word on the street is that after fighting your way through legions of wild and rabid dogs you can make it to the top of the nearby mountain where there are lots drunks and drug users. Jeff and Jose had previously attempted this trek but were detered by some of the carnivorous rats; this time we were going all the way. So with stick/sword/bat/spear in hand and a good sized rock in the other we set off into the night to see whether it was stupidity or bravery that pushed us on. We stealth walked in the shadows passed farmhouse and compounds, we watched for lights on the powerlines above, and we froze at the lightest voice on the wind. We hiked on and on, up and up in moonless night; we passed the forbidden forest that had no exit and after quoting numerous movies we moved on. The air was crisp and cool as we turned around to claim our prize. The city. Blazing with lights, fireworks burning in the air, streets and building stretching on for miles, and we were the gods who looked down upon it from the sky.
(I was personally dissapointed that we didn't do battle or even see a single canine (except for this one lazy one) the entire trip (oh well, I tried to do something that would make for a good story)).
We made it back to the house and Jose and Jeff said goodnight. Miguel and I sat down to a milk and bread (sweet bread), and talked about what was brewin' on his mind. We talked about how to be Christian when our friends aren't and the best way to influence their lives. We talked on until the milk ran out. 2:15 a.m. We said goodnight both being good and tired and hit the couch so hard I didn't come to until the next morning.
Miguel on electric guitar, Jose and Jeff on dual acoustics and me on the spoons and the empty water keg (think djembe). We passed the vocals around and made a lot of noise laugh and having a good time. Now approaching midnight we opted for something a touch more dangerous...
Word on the street is that after fighting your way through legions of wild and rabid dogs you can make it to the top of the nearby mountain where there are lots drunks and drug users. Jeff and Jose had previously attempted this trek but were detered by some of the carnivorous rats; this time we were going all the way. So with stick/sword/bat/spear in hand and a good sized rock in the other we set off into the night to see whether it was stupidity or bravery that pushed us on. We stealth walked in the shadows passed farmhouse and compounds, we watched for lights on the powerlines above, and we froze at the lightest voice on the wind. We hiked on and on, up and up in moonless night; we passed the forbidden forest that had no exit and after quoting numerous movies we moved on. The air was crisp and cool as we turned around to claim our prize. The city. Blazing with lights, fireworks burning in the air, streets and building stretching on for miles, and we were the gods who looked down upon it from the sky.
(I was personally dissapointed that we didn't do battle or even see a single canine (except for this one lazy one) the entire trip (oh well, I tried to do something that would make for a good story)).
We made it back to the house and Jose and Jeff said goodnight. Miguel and I sat down to a milk and bread (sweet bread), and talked about what was brewin' on his mind. We talked about how to be Christian when our friends aren't and the best way to influence their lives. We talked on until the milk ran out. 2:15 a.m. We said goodnight both being good and tired and hit the couch so hard I didn't come to until the next morning.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Free at Last.... Free at Last
Today was the last day of VBS; we had a singing session followed by the photo video and inflatable games. There were hot dogs and handout at the end. It was really neat to have all of the parents there to see the kids enjoying themselves so much. I hope this VBS will lead to further opportunities to know and share with these families.
Afterward the group (Harding) asked me what the plan was (as if I ever know). So I said let's go to the Llano (a park) where there is a market on Friday's. After 2 more meetings and 2 trips to the bank we (Jeff and I) made our way to the park (the rest are big kids and can do what they want (their trip right?(I'll help if they need(or ask)))). Jeff and I had some bangerang tacos that were grilled with a tall cold glass of horchata. We putz around the park, I found my little brother (yeah little) a special something at one of the shops. We ran into Larrr, Linda, and Krystal but the other 4 (who went to the bank the second time) were nowhere to be found. They went to eat and we went for coffee. So we hopped on a bus and waited 50 minutes as we weaved around town to try and get past a large blockade as well as avoid the incredible traffic that magically dissipated at on point (very strange). We got the keys to the church, two frappechinos, and made it back only 15 minutes late (not bad for a Mexican weaving through traffiic and blockades).
We made a futbol rapido court on a cement slap with the table tops used as walls. Everyone enjoyed themselves. The jovenes were there as well as my adolescent group. The H group showed up and some played but some were too tired (Americans.... (I've been trying to redeem the name since I've been here but..... oh well)). We burned more wood (it's what we do in Arkansas), had marshmellows and Pepsi (separate). It was a really good time. I can see the kids beginning to really look forward to and enjoy time together (and it really is not attatched to me (which is awesome)). After a taxi ride with 6 in a compact car I am now home skipping dinner, and looking forward to the next and final part of my day very very much.
Afterward the group (Harding) asked me what the plan was (as if I ever know). So I said let's go to the Llano (a park) where there is a market on Friday's. After 2 more meetings and 2 trips to the bank we (Jeff and I) made our way to the park (the rest are big kids and can do what they want (their trip right?(I'll help if they need(or ask)))). Jeff and I had some bangerang tacos that were grilled with a tall cold glass of horchata. We putz around the park, I found my little brother (yeah little) a special something at one of the shops. We ran into Larrr, Linda, and Krystal but the other 4 (who went to the bank the second time) were nowhere to be found. They went to eat and we went for coffee. So we hopped on a bus and waited 50 minutes as we weaved around town to try and get past a large blockade as well as avoid the incredible traffic that magically dissipated at on point (very strange). We got the keys to the church, two frappechinos, and made it back only 15 minutes late (not bad for a Mexican weaving through traffiic and blockades).
We made a futbol rapido court on a cement slap with the table tops used as walls. Everyone enjoyed themselves. The jovenes were there as well as my adolescent group. The H group showed up and some played but some were too tired (Americans.... (I've been trying to redeem the name since I've been here but..... oh well)). We burned more wood (it's what we do in Arkansas), had marshmellows and Pepsi (separate). It was a really good time. I can see the kids beginning to really look forward to and enjoy time together (and it really is not attatched to me (which is awesome)). After a taxi ride with 6 in a compact car I am now home skipping dinner, and looking forward to the next and final part of my day very very much.
Thursday is the Worst Day of the Week (so paint the town red)
Thursday's really aren't that bad; bowl of cereal, VBS. Took a lot of pictures and took a lot of other people's pictures to download them in order to make a video to show on Friday to all of the kids and their parents. We went to VIPS for lunch; I got ripped and the food (at least what I ordered) wasn't very good. We went backed to the church, finished sanding the pews, and opted to go spend the evening at the zocalo. I opted to go home. I did; had another bowl of cereal, tried to call Kimberly, discovered the internet wasn't working, so I laid down my head, and laid there, sleep evading me for hours.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Cigarettes Mopeds and some Dancing in the Street
Today began with a slower start, making phone calls to try and rally the troops to go see Harry Potter (the Mexican Premiere) tonight. Jorge and I arrived at the church in time for me to invite Jose and Miguel to go for tortas (since I missed breakfast). We made a quick trip and returned before anyone noticed we had left. The day followed with the typical chaos that is the glory of VBS. We wrapped the day up with the Good Samaritan skit. I supplied the recap. All in all it was a good time. The group went to McD's for lunch I (after a few more phone calls) set off with Jose in a bus to go buy the tickets. We get almost half way when the bus makes a turn onto a side road. Reason: a blockade was set up in the middle of the craziest intersection in Oaxaca. It is like the hub of the wheel of an Amish buggy and the protestors had strategically placed buses in the middle of each road and had a human wall/circle preventing any traffic from passing so Jose suggested we foot it. Not a bad idea in the middle of the day, walking 2 miles to go buy tickets. So we got there soon enough, chatting on the way, arriving to find that... you guessed it.... SOLD OUT. good stuff. So Jose bounces across the street to go to school (state university) and I begin the lovely walk back. Traffic is nuts. I stop to buy a water and continue on only to be approached by this kid a half mile later who mumbled something a few times, quite incomprehensible, so I offered him the bottle and he looked interested so I gave it to him. Passing through the blockade on foot I was really more miffed about the inconvience that it was causing than usual. I just thought that this was probably the worst way to try and help your cause. There were a number of youths looking for trouble, one of whom had a machette and was scrapping it on the ground. Walking by I suppose I am an easy target for catcalls and potential insults, they thought I was interesting enough to yell at until I was out of sight. Interesting thoughts and ideas passed through my mind in those few seconds, but inspite I moved on. Walking I met a fellow traveler named Alfonso we talked about different things and made our way to the church. He went on to meet some friends. I arrived defeated and a bit deflated after my 5 mile hike in the sun.
The group was sanding more pews so I helped for a bit, then went to lunch at a place me and Jorge saw on a previous walk to the zocalo. I stopped in and had chicken soup (not my favorite) but had the most excellent watermelon drink I have ever had as well as some delicious flan. I called Kimberly from a phone booth and left a message. I had early seen a homeless man who frequents the area and on my way to lunch had invited him to eat with me but he said he had already eaten. I had seen him smoking a cigarette on a previous occasion so I decided I would get him another at one of the stands that was close. I asked him if he would like one and he said he would as he sat up; I bought and lit it and passed it to him. I was hoping to sit and talk with him for a little bit, just the basics nothing heavy, but he took his cigarette and moved on down the way a bit. I sat there for a while and then moved past nodding and recieving his wave as I went back to the church. We sanded and sanded, varnished and sanded.
The group opted for a pretty fancy dinner down at the town center at an italian pizza place. I rode on the back of Victors moped as we wove in and out of cars, going the wrong way up streets and pretty much enjoying the freedom and ease of travel this vehicle had to offer (travel note: rent/buy a moped when visiting a city so much easier to use.) When everyone arrived (slowpokes) we ordered two pizzas that were 70 centimeters across (it's a huge pizza (trust me.)). I had a delicious Pepsi to go with my incredible amount of pizza. Some went for gelatto afterwards, and all in all the group seemed pretty content. Jorge came in a small truck (his dad's) and all of the white folks (except me) piled in the back to go back to the building to wait for their rides. After much loud noise from the back of the truck we arrvied. I told Jeffery about the peopel that do things in the road at stoplights (juggle, dance, misc.) and then go to the cars and ask for money. I also told him I thought it would be fun if we went and tried. So we did. We tag-teamed an Irish jig/cotton-eyed-joe. I passed through the cars without any takers but Jeffery was more determined. He went up to each car and kept dancing, holding out his hand and saying, "dinero. Dinero." He got 15 pesos from one car ($1.30 approx.). Not bad for one jig at one light from one car. We had dreams of rush hour the next day and all of the money we could make (even though I'm pretty sure it's illegal for us to make any money here).
Jorge and I then went to the store (I bought cereal and milk); made it home and ate another dinner that Latisha had made, and finished looking forward to leftovers.
The group was sanding more pews so I helped for a bit, then went to lunch at a place me and Jorge saw on a previous walk to the zocalo. I stopped in and had chicken soup (not my favorite) but had the most excellent watermelon drink I have ever had as well as some delicious flan. I called Kimberly from a phone booth and left a message. I had early seen a homeless man who frequents the area and on my way to lunch had invited him to eat with me but he said he had already eaten. I had seen him smoking a cigarette on a previous occasion so I decided I would get him another at one of the stands that was close. I asked him if he would like one and he said he would as he sat up; I bought and lit it and passed it to him. I was hoping to sit and talk with him for a little bit, just the basics nothing heavy, but he took his cigarette and moved on down the way a bit. I sat there for a while and then moved past nodding and recieving his wave as I went back to the church. We sanded and sanded, varnished and sanded.
The group opted for a pretty fancy dinner down at the town center at an italian pizza place. I rode on the back of Victors moped as we wove in and out of cars, going the wrong way up streets and pretty much enjoying the freedom and ease of travel this vehicle had to offer (travel note: rent/buy a moped when visiting a city so much easier to use.) When everyone arrived (slowpokes) we ordered two pizzas that were 70 centimeters across (it's a huge pizza (trust me.)). I had a delicious Pepsi to go with my incredible amount of pizza. Some went for gelatto afterwards, and all in all the group seemed pretty content. Jorge came in a small truck (his dad's) and all of the white folks (except me) piled in the back to go back to the building to wait for their rides. After much loud noise from the back of the truck we arrvied. I told Jeffery about the peopel that do things in the road at stoplights (juggle, dance, misc.) and then go to the cars and ask for money. I also told him I thought it would be fun if we went and tried. So we did. We tag-teamed an Irish jig/cotton-eyed-joe. I passed through the cars without any takers but Jeffery was more determined. He went up to each car and kept dancing, holding out his hand and saying, "dinero. Dinero." He got 15 pesos from one car ($1.30 approx.). Not bad for one jig at one light from one car. We had dreams of rush hour the next day and all of the money we could make (even though I'm pretty sure it's illegal for us to make any money here).
Jorge and I then went to the store (I bought cereal and milk); made it home and ate another dinner that Latisha had made, and finished looking forward to leftovers.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
The Sunday before this Monday just preceding this Tuesday
Sunday: church, class, followed by luncheon and work day. Good times in class; the group from Harding joined and we drew items that illustrate our uniqueness in some way as well as demonstrate the existence of God. My illustration included a rough sketch of the beach Carizillo at sunset with my dreads blowing in the wind as I caught a 12 footer on my board (yellow with a red stripe). I drew nothing to represent the existence of God, explaining that when it seems God is absent in the face of numerous questions the fact that we have questions suggests there are answers and that those answer reside in something greater than man: God.
Lulu (Miguel's mom) took me by the hand after church and told me she wanted me to talk with her friend. We sat at a table waiting on the food, and talked. The food arrived and mine got cold as I continued to talk and offer my perspective on scripture as she asked questions. It was a gift to see the pensive look in her eyes, and even as we parted I felt that I had been a part of something very important in someone's life.
We worked with the group cleaning up the grounds and doing more prep work for VBS. The ax is a beautiful thing; you notice this when you have to use a machete to cut limbs out of a tree. The group opted to go to the zocalo and Coco and I were short to follow. We figured it wouldn't be too tough to find them. We were wrong. We walked for an hour and a half and never found them. We ate tacos and watched the Pumas play in a match.
After much gallavanting around (in order to get people to their homes) we finally arrived home around 11:00.
Monday began with a crazed mass of children; it was a great time. Besides being able to paint a lot to prepare for the next day and harassing the kids with friendly pokes, goofy looks, and unique antics the highlight of the day was having freshly cooked pancakes for refreshments. The event ended with a short skit where I was looking for my friends the Fruit of the Spirit being represented by the Harding Students with fruit painted on a white shirt and a characteristic written on the back. The kids enjoyed it very much. After VBS was another workday. We prepared for the next day of VBS as well sanded two pews by hand (not fun). I skipped town when every one declared we were finished for the day (didn't feel like getting back at midnight) so I went to catch a bus. The bus stop just happened to be by McDonalds and there just happened ot not be a bus there. So I went and bought dinner (20 McNuggets and a medium order of french fries). Still no bus so I took my first taxi ride of this trip. It was so bad and was pretty quick. I stopped short of the house to complete my dinner by purchasing a can of cold Pepsi. I walked home, called Kimberly, ate dinner, and tried to make some progress on the paperwork obligations that I have for the internship. I was in bed just after midnight.
Tuesday: the apples hit the stage. I painted a pair of apple breastplate with matching hats (complete with real wooden stems and dying leaves) for a skit to begin the day. Apart from being a complete goof with the kids I designed and painted a bunch of grapes that were probably not to different from the ones the scouts in Canaan brought back. Another search for my friends resulted in realizing that Patience (the grape shirt) was at home with her sick sister (the designed grapes) and was waiting on her to get well. We went to Mitla with the group where I toured the boothes very slowly as the group explored the ruins. On the way back I was dropped off at the Deportivo to get my lift. After an hour of weights and 45 minutes in the pool I caught another taxi home (buses had stopped running). After 4 pieces of delicious French Toast for dinner; I am ready to sleep (doesn't mean I will but I'm ready).
Lulu (Miguel's mom) took me by the hand after church and told me she wanted me to talk with her friend. We sat at a table waiting on the food, and talked. The food arrived and mine got cold as I continued to talk and offer my perspective on scripture as she asked questions. It was a gift to see the pensive look in her eyes, and even as we parted I felt that I had been a part of something very important in someone's life.
We worked with the group cleaning up the grounds and doing more prep work for VBS. The ax is a beautiful thing; you notice this when you have to use a machete to cut limbs out of a tree. The group opted to go to the zocalo and Coco and I were short to follow. We figured it wouldn't be too tough to find them. We were wrong. We walked for an hour and a half and never found them. We ate tacos and watched the Pumas play in a match.
After much gallavanting around (in order to get people to their homes) we finally arrived home around 11:00.
Monday began with a crazed mass of children; it was a great time. Besides being able to paint a lot to prepare for the next day and harassing the kids with friendly pokes, goofy looks, and unique antics the highlight of the day was having freshly cooked pancakes for refreshments. The event ended with a short skit where I was looking for my friends the Fruit of the Spirit being represented by the Harding Students with fruit painted on a white shirt and a characteristic written on the back. The kids enjoyed it very much. After VBS was another workday. We prepared for the next day of VBS as well sanded two pews by hand (not fun). I skipped town when every one declared we were finished for the day (didn't feel like getting back at midnight) so I went to catch a bus. The bus stop just happened to be by McDonalds and there just happened ot not be a bus there. So I went and bought dinner (20 McNuggets and a medium order of french fries). Still no bus so I took my first taxi ride of this trip. It was so bad and was pretty quick. I stopped short of the house to complete my dinner by purchasing a can of cold Pepsi. I walked home, called Kimberly, ate dinner, and tried to make some progress on the paperwork obligations that I have for the internship. I was in bed just after midnight.
Tuesday: the apples hit the stage. I painted a pair of apple breastplate with matching hats (complete with real wooden stems and dying leaves) for a skit to begin the day. Apart from being a complete goof with the kids I designed and painted a bunch of grapes that were probably not to different from the ones the scouts in Canaan brought back. Another search for my friends resulted in realizing that Patience (the grape shirt) was at home with her sick sister (the designed grapes) and was waiting on her to get well. We went to Mitla with the group where I toured the boothes very slowly as the group explored the ruins. On the way back I was dropped off at the Deportivo to get my lift. After an hour of weights and 45 minutes in the pool I caught another taxi home (buses had stopped running). After 4 pieces of delicious French Toast for dinner; I am ready to sleep (doesn't mean I will but I'm ready).
Saturday, July 11, 2009
A Good Long Day
Thursday happened. Friday we finished put the ceiling up at the school. We had the paint war with the kids. They enjoyed it very much and I got a cool shirt out of the deal. We built a bonfire, ate tacos, with the kids and some of their families and waited for the group to arrived. It was really good to sit and enjoy each others presence around the campfire. The kids went with a couple of the mothers to buy bonbones (marshmallows) and the group arrived shortly after they left. It was cool to see the group; they met the families and the kids when they came back. We roasted the 'mellows and had more tacos. We left thinking about the work ahead of us.
Saturday began with a difficult lift followed by some machete swingin' fun. I went to watch Toti's futbol rapido match at 1. He played really well, and it was a much needed break from the work. I returned ate 2 tortas for lunch. I then took a blade up in a tree to take down a couple of branches that had crossed the wall and were hanging precariously across the road. I am thankful the pioneers used an ax; it makes life so much easier. We did various other jobs on the grounds, and at the end of the day you could tell we had been there. We went to the house for an hour before class (I was asked to fill in for the teacher of the 20-something group). The Harding group was going to the zocalo to see the sights and relax a little bit. I met with 6 other people and we went to a coffee shop near the zocalo. I told them Peter's story from the gospels reading the account from John 21 and a bit from 2 Peter. This was the most uplifting experience I've had since I have been here. My Spanish seemed to loosen up and flow so much better as I was telling them about Peter's life as a disciple of Jesus. Miguel's cousin Jose came and was very interested; everyone listened attentively (maybe the recently consumed caffiene helped). Jose asked some questions at the end, and we enjoyed just sitting around the table. On our walk back Jose and I talked the entire way; he expressed his hopes and frustrations and we shared some thoughts about what life should be like. We talked about number of things, and finally able to understand and connect with someone about something very important; I was able to explain myself on various difficult issues and enjoy a real conversation. It was my first time in conversation about something that really mattered to me. I was bursting with excitement and enthusiasm to share my struggles and doubts and see that many are the same that Jose has. To see his face light up when he sees that even though I have doubts and struggles I have faith and choose to live according to the Scriptures the best I can. He wants to believe (as he expressed) but isn't quite there yet. I am so thankful for the opportunity to meet and share with him. I hope and believe I will be seeing him more often. This has been a worthwhile day.
Saturday began with a difficult lift followed by some machete swingin' fun. I went to watch Toti's futbol rapido match at 1. He played really well, and it was a much needed break from the work. I returned ate 2 tortas for lunch. I then took a blade up in a tree to take down a couple of branches that had crossed the wall and were hanging precariously across the road. I am thankful the pioneers used an ax; it makes life so much easier. We did various other jobs on the grounds, and at the end of the day you could tell we had been there. We went to the house for an hour before class (I was asked to fill in for the teacher of the 20-something group). The Harding group was going to the zocalo to see the sights and relax a little bit. I met with 6 other people and we went to a coffee shop near the zocalo. I told them Peter's story from the gospels reading the account from John 21 and a bit from 2 Peter. This was the most uplifting experience I've had since I have been here. My Spanish seemed to loosen up and flow so much better as I was telling them about Peter's life as a disciple of Jesus. Miguel's cousin Jose came and was very interested; everyone listened attentively (maybe the recently consumed caffiene helped). Jose asked some questions at the end, and we enjoyed just sitting around the table. On our walk back Jose and I talked the entire way; he expressed his hopes and frustrations and we shared some thoughts about what life should be like. We talked about number of things, and finally able to understand and connect with someone about something very important; I was able to explain myself on various difficult issues and enjoy a real conversation. It was my first time in conversation about something that really mattered to me. I was bursting with excitement and enthusiasm to share my struggles and doubts and see that many are the same that Jose has. To see his face light up when he sees that even though I have doubts and struggles I have faith and choose to live according to the Scriptures the best I can. He wants to believe (as he expressed) but isn't quite there yet. I am so thankful for the opportunity to meet and share with him. I hope and believe I will be seeing him more often. This has been a worthwhile day.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Whistler and his Mother
I went to work with the boss today; we are probably a few days shy of completion. I'm glad to have been able to help him in this project. I've learned a bit and that's both helpful and motivating. I went and worked out for a couple of hours (bike, core, machine circuit, agilities, and swimming). I forwent the cold coffee in favor of a couple of tortas at the caseta. Gerardo and his wife had just pulled up to help close up shop. We talked for a bit (between mouthfuls of chorriqueso and Pepsi). I went to the church then to help cut out more of the future craft material for VBS. The kids (Aaron and Em'y as well as their friend Jonathan) made paper airplanes. Everytime Jonathan (who is about waist high with glasses and a baseball cap) would throw his plane he would whislte until it hit the floor (or a pew). It was fairly entertianing to observe the development of a skill that is crucial for all things in this culture. His mother actually let me do the very slightest bit of sewing as well. We got back to the house late and had pancakes. I can't tell if my eyes are burning from fatigue or the chlorine from the pool (probably both).
Note: I almost got hit by an ambulance yesterday. It would not have been a fatal blow but enough to leave me with a bad opinion about Mexican healthcare. They were pulling out of parking lot and I was entering the parking lot (walking). They were coming to a stop to check traffic but I'm pretty sure the driver began to apply the brake before his foot left the accelerator.
Note: I almost got hit by an ambulance yesterday. It would not have been a fatal blow but enough to leave me with a bad opinion about Mexican healthcare. They were pulling out of parking lot and I was entering the parking lot (walking). They were coming to a stop to check traffic but I'm pretty sure the driver began to apply the brake before his foot left the accelerator.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Jesus is the Carpenter not Me
Tuesday:
Woke up on time (even had breakfast), met with Josh and ate sweet bread and drank coffee; started work around 10. We have begun to get more tedious and precise work that goes much more slowly. We are filling in the gaps between the walls and the ceiling (a space of about a foot and a half). Josh charged me with making a frame on which we would hang sheetrock while he went to get some necessary tools. I grabbed the tape, the board and the saw and got to work. I put a pretty descent looking frame in the gap, good and tight, level and everything. I started in on the next gap making more cuts when Josh came back. To bad I didn't notice there were some 2x3's in the same stack as the 2x4's. So we (and by we I mean Josh) redid the frames. Didn't bother Josh at all but I was pretty embarrassed and disappointed. I spent an hour and we had to take another half hour to fix it. Oh well, I guess you learn to build by cutting a lot of wood. I went and lifted at the deportivo. Strained my hamstring doing lunges, so I went to swim after I finished (even though I didn't have time). I swam for about 20 minutes but that was enough to loosen up my back and hamstring. I felt 100x's better after swimming. I went down to Cafe Apan and had a delicious Carmel Frappechino then caught a bus to the church. I joined many of the ladies from church cutting out craft pieces for the upcoming VBS. Mrs. Moran and I went and ate dinner at Hotel California and chatted about a number of different things. I am now at the house, caught up, and ready for tomorrow. almost.
Woke up on time (even had breakfast), met with Josh and ate sweet bread and drank coffee; started work around 10. We have begun to get more tedious and precise work that goes much more slowly. We are filling in the gaps between the walls and the ceiling (a space of about a foot and a half). Josh charged me with making a frame on which we would hang sheetrock while he went to get some necessary tools. I grabbed the tape, the board and the saw and got to work. I put a pretty descent looking frame in the gap, good and tight, level and everything. I started in on the next gap making more cuts when Josh came back. To bad I didn't notice there were some 2x3's in the same stack as the 2x4's. So we (and by we I mean Josh) redid the frames. Didn't bother Josh at all but I was pretty embarrassed and disappointed. I spent an hour and we had to take another half hour to fix it. Oh well, I guess you learn to build by cutting a lot of wood. I went and lifted at the deportivo. Strained my hamstring doing lunges, so I went to swim after I finished (even though I didn't have time). I swam for about 20 minutes but that was enough to loosen up my back and hamstring. I felt 100x's better after swimming. I went down to Cafe Apan and had a delicious Carmel Frappechino then caught a bus to the church. I joined many of the ladies from church cutting out craft pieces for the upcoming VBS. Mrs. Moran and I went and ate dinner at Hotel California and chatted about a number of different things. I am now at the house, caught up, and ready for tomorrow. almost.
Sunday ...... Sunday....... and following
I awoke read some John. Went to church. Skipped out on the sermon to go over my class notes. Taught class. Reminded them about Friday.
We went out to eat as a family with Mrs. Moran. We then went back to the house and I went straight to bed. I skipped dinner and really didn't leave the room.
Monday:
I woke up to the sound of Josh's horn out front (I had slept through my alarm). I stuck my head out the door and told him I was going to put some pants on. We went and work for a lot of the day. It was good; we got quite a bit accomplished. I had coffee (just like everyday we work) except today's cup told me someone in Texas loves me. We went to Josh's house for lunch and saw a team of oxen plowing in the same field as a Ford tractor. I had to leave and meet the family in town to go to a graduation (from elementary school) lunch celebration. We went and ate mole (not the rodent(estufa)). We sat around the table and chatted (I mostly listened). They covered a wide variety of topics. We then went back to the house and goofed around the rest of the evening. I talked to Kimberly some and feel asleep as a cool breeze drifted in through the open windows.
We went out to eat as a family with Mrs. Moran. We then went back to the house and I went straight to bed. I skipped dinner and really didn't leave the room.
Monday:
I woke up to the sound of Josh's horn out front (I had slept through my alarm). I stuck my head out the door and told him I was going to put some pants on. We went and work for a lot of the day. It was good; we got quite a bit accomplished. I had coffee (just like everyday we work) except today's cup told me someone in Texas loves me. We went to Josh's house for lunch and saw a team of oxen plowing in the same field as a Ford tractor. I had to leave and meet the family in town to go to a graduation (from elementary school) lunch celebration. We went and ate mole (not the rodent(estufa)). We sat around the table and chatted (I mostly listened). They covered a wide variety of topics. We then went back to the house and goofed around the rest of the evening. I talked to Kimberly some and feel asleep as a cool breeze drifted in through the open windows.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
I came to raise the flag
7/4
Today has been a truly difficult day. The workout I enjoyed this morning was not enjoyable. I worked with Josh which was good. We got a lot done, but still it was physically demanding. I met an old woman outside the school when I was coming to meet Josh. She told me a story about how she was wanting to go to Veracruz (wow another one for Veracruz) and how she had been robbed and assaulted. The police brought her to the school to get help (I think that speaks well of the school that the local police believe that people can get help here) I went inside assuring her that if there was anyone inside I would let them know she would like to talk to them. No one was inside, so I got a pitcher with water and cup, and some of the money I had with me to take to her (she hadn’t eaten in a number of days. I told her no one was in said maybe Monday, told her to come by the church tomorrow if she wanted some help. She said she would, but would take any water. When I held out the money her eyes lit up and said thank you. It seemed that money was her salvation (I don’t want to judge and do hope she is well but I feel stupid and weak just offering my money). I left Josh and went to meet the kids in the park. We threw the football around for a couple of hours, walked to the cathedral I went to with Miguel and Pedro, and then on to the zocalo. We then walked back to church where I was to help Jorge but up the banner outside advertising the VBS next week. I scaled the ladder to a fairly dangerous height (feel on the top rail hands grasping the tree). After much struggling, pulling with the teeth and sap, we raised the banner.
I guess that is what I came here to do.
The 20 something group invited me to go for tacos. I was incredibly tired but hadn’t had the opportunity to spend any time with them recently so I went. Jorge went to pick up Mrs. Moran (my Spanish teacher from Harding) at the airport. She was flying to help prep for VBS before the group comes this Friday. Jorge brought her by the taco shop and I went with them to drop her off at the house of one of the ladies from church. I went home then thinking about how many of my friends spent their 4th of July and how I spent mine. I wasn’t thrilled. It was very frustrating and saddening (and I’m not a huge patriot (though being out of the country makes you more patriotic)).
When I was walking with the kids toward the zocalo we past by a religious parade and there was someone shooting off fireworks without the fire work (basically rockets that exploded). So I guess the day wasn’t without celebration even though I wasn’t with my family and friends.
I thought I would go to Tule once we got home and celebrate for the remaining hour of the day, but everything was closed. So I sat alone in the park looking at a huge tree that had seen so much it probably did care about the kid on the bench looking up into the sky.
Friday, July 3, 2009
I don't know what to call this one
Woke up, made eggs and ground beef, goes great with salsa, tortillas, and a glass of water. Met Josh and went to work. Jorge joined us and we made a lot of progress by the end of the day. We came back to the house close to 5 in enough time for me chat with Kimberly for minute, take a shower and eat a tuna fish (I say a I mean 3) tostada.
Jorge and I then drove to church to meet with kids for class. Toti, Luis, Lili, and Abi were there. We did a blindfolded obstacle course where 3 were giving bad directions and one was giving good directions. The lesson in point being hearing the voice. The next activity involved a little rhytm clapping to illustrate the need to be in harmony with what God's got going on in the world today, the church body, and your working inside of God's will. We must be sensitive as it changes and fluctuates from loud to soft from fast to slow.
These activities called back to the previous Friday's talk about the balance of teaching and work that Jesus had. The obstacle course was about knowing so well the teachings of Jesus that we can easily distinguish his voice in our crowded lives. The rhythm referred to Jesus work as His timing was the Father's timing and His will was in submission to God's will.
After that we (and by we I mean I) discussed the notes I had taken about the movie. I really went down the list, recalled the situation and revisited the characters responses, from that I talked about things we can glean: positive character attributes, good decision, poor decision (and why they are poor), themes, and relationships, motives, and openess. I thought this was a great excercise, one from which I benefitted. It makes watching a movie actually worth something. We talked about upcoming events and our time was up.
Now I am caught up. I have to lift weights tomorrow, work with Josh, maybe go play at the park with the kids, and prepare my lesson for class Sunday. I might try and sleep tonight though, but maybe not.
Jorge and I then drove to church to meet with kids for class. Toti, Luis, Lili, and Abi were there. We did a blindfolded obstacle course where 3 were giving bad directions and one was giving good directions. The lesson in point being hearing the voice. The next activity involved a little rhytm clapping to illustrate the need to be in harmony with what God's got going on in the world today, the church body, and your working inside of God's will. We must be sensitive as it changes and fluctuates from loud to soft from fast to slow.
These activities called back to the previous Friday's talk about the balance of teaching and work that Jesus had. The obstacle course was about knowing so well the teachings of Jesus that we can easily distinguish his voice in our crowded lives. The rhythm referred to Jesus work as His timing was the Father's timing and His will was in submission to God's will.
After that we (and by we I mean I) discussed the notes I had taken about the movie. I really went down the list, recalled the situation and revisited the characters responses, from that I talked about things we can glean: positive character attributes, good decision, poor decision (and why they are poor), themes, and relationships, motives, and openess. I thought this was a great excercise, one from which I benefitted. It makes watching a movie actually worth something. We talked about upcoming events and our time was up.
Now I am caught up. I have to lift weights tomorrow, work with Josh, maybe go play at the park with the kids, and prepare my lesson for class Sunday. I might try and sleep tonight though, but maybe not.
Crash Slash Flash
A late night turned into a late morning. I actually only over slept by half an hour but they had already left for the bus station. Anyway my thoughts went with him. Skipped on Josh today since Jorge and I were going to go to the church to do some yardwork. So the morning was essentially Crash.
We went up to the church armed with machetes. I could only help for an hour because I had to meet the kids at the theatre but for that hour I cut grass with a pair of hedge trimmers (glorified scissors); not fun, effective, nor efficient. Slash.
I made it to the theatre a few minutes late but before the movie started (buses.). I bought the tickets and waited a bit longer to see if any other showed up. We were 7 by the time we all got situated. We watched, ate popcorn with chili sauce on it, and I took notes. Flash.
Supposed to meet Josh tomorrow.
We went up to the church armed with machetes. I could only help for an hour because I had to meet the kids at the theatre but for that hour I cut grass with a pair of hedge trimmers (glorified scissors); not fun, effective, nor efficient. Slash.
I made it to the theatre a few minutes late but before the movie started (buses.). I bought the tickets and waited a bit longer to see if any other showed up. We were 7 by the time we all got situated. We watched, ate popcorn with chili sauce on it, and I took notes. Flash.
Supposed to meet Josh tomorrow.
Buses and Fanny Packs
Honestly I cannot remember what I did Wednesday (the days run together (I should have done a better job of keeping up (I think we helped Josh again (big job)))). We did go to class with the adults. There was one very unique aspect about class that I appreciated: Jorge was going through the (often heard by me) talk about the members of the body and how they are different but all helpful. What he did was he asked each person individually and directly, "What are you doing for the church?" At first this may sound a bit off because of its directness, but maybe we need to be more direct with each other. There were some lighthearted comments made which were fine for the situation but by taking time to address each person it really set the thought in each persons mind. After class MK and I walked down to the bus station to check the bus schedule (check not buy a ticket since he lost his travelers fanny pack belt thing that had all of his pesos (he still had his american)). We found a bus at 8:30 am the next day. We walked back to the church, Jorge said I'll front you the money, so we walked back and bought a ticket. We met Latisha at her inlaws house and made it home.
I took some time to call all of the adolescents in my group to remind them about the movie the next day. I called Toti and also asked him to look for MK's belt (we stayed at their house the first night). I finished calling the kids when the phone rang; it was Gerardo; they had found the belt. MK was very surprise (he had resigned to the fact it was gone). I went to bed with the intention of going with him and Jorge to the bus station. That was my intention....
I took some time to call all of the adolescents in my group to remind them about the movie the next day. I called Toti and also asked him to look for MK's belt (we stayed at their house the first night). I finished calling the kids when the phone rang; it was Gerardo; they had found the belt. MK was very surprise (he had resigned to the fact it was gone). I went to bed with the intention of going with him and Jorge to the bus station. That was my intention....
A Big Guy from Texas
7/3
I woke up early enough to grab a bite and get out of the door with MK. We went to the school and worked until 3-4ish. We hit all of the greats (okay a few) while we worked Jack, John and James were there as well as Ben and the Chili Peppers (appropriate for Mexico). (Johnson, Mayer, Blunt and Harper respectively (and I mean with the utmost respect-ively)). It was a good day with some good progress. Two younger guys were there, brothers Angel and Alfonso. They are good kids, Josh is helping them learning english. Josh took us out for tortas at a new place (not bad). Josh is a big guy probably 6'7, 285. He is a great guy with great taste in music and mexican cuisine. I most appreciate his patience with me as I spent the afternoon trying to get back in touch with my inner power-tool using self. We went back to the house, had dinner and unwound.
Oh and by the way in case you haven't figured it out Josh is from Texas.
I woke up early enough to grab a bite and get out of the door with MK. We went to the school and worked until 3-4ish. We hit all of the greats (okay a few) while we worked Jack, John and James were there as well as Ben and the Chili Peppers (appropriate for Mexico). (Johnson, Mayer, Blunt and Harper respectively (and I mean with the utmost respect-ively)). It was a good day with some good progress. Two younger guys were there, brothers Angel and Alfonso. They are good kids, Josh is helping them learning english. Josh took us out for tortas at a new place (not bad). Josh is a big guy probably 6'7, 285. He is a great guy with great taste in music and mexican cuisine. I most appreciate his patience with me as I spent the afternoon trying to get back in touch with my inner power-tool using self. We went back to the house, had dinner and unwound.
Oh and by the way in case you haven't figured it out Josh is from Texas.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
The Stud from the States
6/30
I woke up today knowing we were going to help a guy named Josh do some construction work at the Em’y and Aaron’s school. I also knew I had to get a workout in and that I didn’t feel rested at all. I had two eggs (I cracked three but the last one decided to run off of the skillet onto the stove top) and a piece of tasajo (sliced beef). We went to meet Josh at the school which is right behind the gym. I decided I need to get my workout first so I stopped at the gym. It was a thorough work out today. As I was trying to cool down in the locker room after the workout a couple of little guys came in from the pool. I was drying off a bit with the paper towels (happened to have my shirt off) and the kids stopped looked at me at each other and then went to the bathroom; they came back threw looked up with big eyes, so I said< “Que tal amigos?” The older one immediately asked me if I was from the United States. I said I was and that I played American football there. They asked me if I had worked out (making a gesture indicating a growth in bicep mass). I said I did and asked them if they had been swimming. They gave the affirmative and went on their way. It’s nice to work hard and be genuinely complemented by someone even if it is a small kid. In that moment I actually felt like I was strong, big, and a real football player. Anyway, I finished and walked down to the school. We moved something into a newly constructed shed/garage and broke for lunch. Jorge, MK and I went to the caseta. I had 2 chorriqueso tortas and a bottle of Squirt all of which was both satisfying and delicious. We went back to the house and Josh came by to pickup MK and I. We went back and put a couple of sheets of very thin plywood in the ceiling of a classroom. I then opted to go for a swim at the gym. I swam hard for half an hour (altitude and submersion isn’t the easy combination to get used to) and laid out (I mean dried off (I didn’t have a towel)) for another half hour. I got off the bus as it began to rain, and made it home less wet than when I was in the pool. It has continued raining for the most part. Leti and the kids went to Tule to get popsicles and they brought me back a strawberry popsicle. It was quite tasty made with real strawberry. I prepared a bit for Friday’s class and have done some reading (Matthew in Spanish for religious vocab and personal study as well as El Codigo de Da Vinci for other vocab (and I haven’t read it yet)). I’m going to shower, lay down for a bit until dinner and then try and get in bed early since Josh is picking us up at 9 am to do some serious work.
I woke up today knowing we were going to help a guy named Josh do some construction work at the Em’y and Aaron’s school. I also knew I had to get a workout in and that I didn’t feel rested at all. I had two eggs (I cracked three but the last one decided to run off of the skillet onto the stove top) and a piece of tasajo (sliced beef). We went to meet Josh at the school which is right behind the gym. I decided I need to get my workout first so I stopped at the gym. It was a thorough work out today. As I was trying to cool down in the locker room after the workout a couple of little guys came in from the pool. I was drying off a bit with the paper towels (happened to have my shirt off) and the kids stopped looked at me at each other and then went to the bathroom; they came back threw looked up with big eyes, so I said< “Que tal amigos?” The older one immediately asked me if I was from the United States. I said I was and that I played American football there. They asked me if I had worked out (making a gesture indicating a growth in bicep mass). I said I did and asked them if they had been swimming. They gave the affirmative and went on their way. It’s nice to work hard and be genuinely complemented by someone even if it is a small kid. In that moment I actually felt like I was strong, big, and a real football player. Anyway, I finished and walked down to the school. We moved something into a newly constructed shed/garage and broke for lunch. Jorge, MK and I went to the caseta. I had 2 chorriqueso tortas and a bottle of Squirt all of which was both satisfying and delicious. We went back to the house and Josh came by to pickup MK and I. We went back and put a couple of sheets of very thin plywood in the ceiling of a classroom. I then opted to go for a swim at the gym. I swam hard for half an hour (altitude and submersion isn’t the easy combination to get used to) and laid out (I mean dried off (I didn’t have a towel)) for another half hour. I got off the bus as it began to rain, and made it home less wet than when I was in the pool. It has continued raining for the most part. Leti and the kids went to Tule to get popsicles and they brought me back a strawberry popsicle. It was quite tasty made with real strawberry. I prepared a bit for Friday’s class and have done some reading (Matthew in Spanish for religious vocab and personal study as well as El Codigo de Da Vinci for other vocab (and I haven’t read it yet)). I’m going to shower, lay down for a bit until dinner and then try and get in bed early since Josh is picking us up at 9 am to do some serious work.
The Smelly Raccoon
6/30
Monday is a Sabbath day; a day to rest and plan, the gym is closed and Jorge doesn’t plan anything on Monday. I slept in as best I could, but didn’t quite feel as rested as I had hoped. We had breakfast together. Later MK and I walked down to the plaza at Tule and found a restaurant to eat lunch. It was quite good and filling; we returned in time for our assignment: operation babysit. Jorge and Latisha celebrated 13 years of marriage, and went out to dinner and coffee. Aaron made us some pancakes at the house after we took an excursion to town to buy some snacks. I commanded the young ones to shower (because of an encounter earlier that afternoon I had with Em’y in which we both agreed that she was a smelly raccoon). I made some chocolate pudding, we desserted and the deserted. Em’y to bed, and Aaron, MK and I watched the opening of Raiders of the Lost Ark during an impressive (and daily/nightly) thunderstorm. The parents arrived and I headed for the bed. Typing a bit before dozing off I red-lined when a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky right over the house followed by a thunderclap that echoed across the mountains. It took a solid thirty-five minutes to come back down after that one and honestly I didn’t sleep very well at all.
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