I'm still in Mexico and will be here for another 2 weeks. Last Friday/Saturday I hit the 10 day point and that I have discovered is my personal limit of living the transitional lifestyle in a foreign country. This realization was compacted by a lot of rain, sometimes I like rain, sometimes it makes me claustrophobic. The good thing about hitting the point where I end is that I have to rely on God instead, and fortunately He is sufficient.
On Sunday I decided I needed to take a shower, the water heater wasn't working well so, it runs out about 7 minutes in. I take quick showers but still some of the water was wasted because we were testing it, I was a little nervous (I don't know why, I've taken plenty of cold showers before), so I prayed that there would be enough to wash my hair, and their was. Now, I probably could have shaved my legs too, but didn't have enough faith to bring my razor, lesson learned.
Saturday morning a group of girls come over for breakfast and a sunday school type of thing. This week we made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and for most of this girls this was a first. I have to say, there were mixed reactions, some girls did the whole save it in the napkin for later trick that I would do with nasty Nica birthday cake. The lesson was on God's generosity towards us and how our desire for being like Him should be our motivation behind giving.
Sunday was father's day. I made a really cool sign and a bunch of Luz's family came over for dinner. I sat at the kid's table with some bratty 6-year-olds.
Monday Luz and I went on an adventure. First at 6am (I was told to be ready at 5) we left with her brother in a 2-passenger pick-up truck heading towards Guadalajara. About 2.5 hours later he dropped us off on the side of the road which I guess was a bus stop. There we waited for around an hour until a bus came that was heading North-ish. The bus was surprisingly nice and I was settling down for a nice nap when they put in the movie, "Danny the Dog." Have you seen it? It is definitely as good as it sounds and is not about a dog but switches between crazy excessive violence and piano playing. Unfortunately we got off the bus before it ended so I have no idea if Danny had to go back to being a "dog." When we got off the bus no one else did because we were in fact not at a bus stop but on the expressway. We then started walking towards an exit and then got picked up by another bus heading towards our destination of Santa Maria Del Oro, Nayarit.
Luz has a friend in the States whose in-laws live in this town and I guess she visited them ten years ago and has been meaning to go back, so we went. They live a much humbler life-style than I am accustomed to but were very hospitable. We slept in their room that is dedicated for guests. This may seem normal except for the fact that their 50-year-old daughter and 15-year-old grand-daughter sleep on a mattress in the very open living room, even when there aren't visitors. The house main house doesn't have running water so I got a pan in case I needed to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, I didn't.
I got a lot of strange looks from the family matriarch in my 18-hour visit. Here I will summarize our most frequent conversation:
Her:do you want beans?
Me: No, thank you.
Her: What you don't like beans?
Me: No, I like them but am not hungry.
Her: huph(dirty look).
That was repeated a lot and not during meal times but just when we were sitting in the backyard and no one was eating, it soon became the family joke.
This is second favorite:
Her: Do you eat cactus in el otro lado?
Me: No.
Her: What your mom doesn't know how to cook cactus? hump (dirty look)
Anyways, eventually I'll attach two pictures from there. One of her feeding the chickens (did you know that chickens sleep in trees?) and another of us sitting in front of the house (luz, my empty chair, rosario (the great-grand-daughter), an aunt that lives there, and the patriarch). The patriarch's name is Marco and when his wife would be calling for him, "Marco! Marco! Marco!" I kept wanting to yell, "Polo," I restrained myself.
We only stayed there Monday night and left early Tuesday morning to get back in time for art class. We took all buses back, no movies but yes we did walk some more on the express way.
Ok there are more things that happened this week but this is probably already more than you need to know.
love, joy
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