A synopsis of my time in Mexico

We survived. And planted many seeds.

When you go to another country or a completely different area, it always changes you a little bit. Perspective changes.

I was humbled by the generosity, humility, and sense of passion that the people had that we visited. They would go out of their way to make sure we had everything we (us materialistic Americans) needed. And they weren't getting paid for it. And they didn't have to.

And many times our 'friends' here will turn the other way when a small hiccup occurs. I think we've lost the concept of community.

Anyways, off my soapbox...

We had an increddible time - filled with sweating, adventuring, singing, dancing, eating (OMG...), taking pics, laughing, traveling, and everything in between. And no violence.

A couple days before we landed, there had been some horrific shooting(s) within a mile of where we were staying. And if you knew anything about what kind of violence and discord that has been occuring the the nation of Mexico - that was some unsettling news for us. But nothing happened while we were there - an answer to prayer!

While were were down there, we built walls and put a roof on the church's children area/center. Many a bucket of cement were mixed.

We traveled and ate. Traveled and ate. We visited many families, saw some ruins (which were flippin' amazing...considering i used to like slobber over pics of these places), went to Taxco (a picturesque silver-mining town built on a mountain side...with the cheapest silver and THEE MOST AMAZING PIZZA EVER!!), and swam in some...well...interesting places. Oh and we went to the town's (not Taxco) fair and rode the mechanical bull. Enough said.

The week was amazing, and the traveling went with few minor glitches (not being able to drive back into Mexico City...), being layed over in various places, and then hearing about the horrific plane crash right after having a shaky landing ourselves. And then seeing it snow on the way home from the airport.

It's too cold here. Amen.