Sometimes the memories I have of Mexico begin to fade a little bit, but when I start to look at the pictures of my friends, I can feel the excitement starting to build all over again. I can hardly wait to hear the rolling sounds of Spanish floating around me again, to hug the children with their beautiful brown eyes and shy smiles, to stand beneath the most brilliant, clear blue skies I have ever seen in my life, and the food, oh the food...mole, carne asada, and the delicious fresh salsa that the Mexican ladies make. I remember just before I left Mexico in 2007 that Tim (the missionary I worked with) took me to say goodbye to this wonderful Mexican lady that we had met - when he told her I was leaving, she was expressed how disappointed she was to hear that, and Tim said to her "Oh, she'll be back, Mexico is in her blood." And he was right.
My friends Martha, Paco and her beautiful sister Edith.
Paco & Martha's son Misael - he was 15 years old at the time and was already working with the fire department and training to be a paramedic.
Their church at the time consisted only of brick walls with no windows or doors, or roof. The blazing hot Mexican sun was beating down on our heads, but we put up some tarps and used umbrellas and managed to make it work. Maybe we can get a roof on that church while we are there...
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