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.
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