Hey all!
So it has been a while since I have posted a blog, so I’m going to tell all of you about my week of outreach. So we left, for Los Quiotes, Mexico on Saturday the 14th. We left around 10:30, and arrived around 2:30. When we arrived we pulled into a driveway of a woman named Margarita, and her husband Gilberto. At first it was weird because we were just starting to get to know our interpreter, Gabriel, and Benito, the one who enabled us to even go to this location. The girls stayed at that house in one room. Then the guys went next door, and we talked to the family that lived there (Enrique, his wife, and their children: Claudia, Monica, and Josue). The translator, and one of our guys stayed with a woman named Alicia. She was the sweetest old woman. She was like a grandmother away from home, she would always feed us gorditas and coffee whenever we were around her house.
So it has been a while since I have posted a blog, so I’m going to tell all of you about my week of outreach. So we left, for Los Quiotes, Mexico on Saturday the 14th. We left around 10:30, and arrived around 2:30. When we arrived we pulled into a driveway of a woman named Margarita, and her husband Gilberto. At first it was weird because we were just starting to get to know our interpreter, Gabriel, and Benito, the one who enabled us to even go to this location. The girls stayed at that house in one room. Then the guys went next door, and we talked to the family that lived there (Enrique, his wife, and their children: Claudia, Monica, and Josue). The translator, and one of our guys stayed with a woman named Alicia. She was the sweetest old woman. She was like a grandmother away from home, she would always feed us gorditas and coffee whenever we were around her house.
The day we arrived we ate a dinner, and then found out we had been invited to a party, where we had to eat more food. So we ate as much as we could of our dinner then went over to Marie’s house and ate tamales. It was a party for a boy named Juan José. Let me tell you this boy could sing, he was a crazy little guy who sings at the top of his little lungs. He had so much energy. Then we went to bed at about 8:40 because it was dark. The next day we went around the village, because it was Sunday, and we invited people to come to church that evening. The meals we ate were huge, we were so full after one when the next came, and we ate as much as we could but it wasn’t much.
The next day we started working on mixing concrete for the floor of the room we were adding on to the church. The next day we started the walls using cinderblocks. We finished the walls and decided that we would work on a house for Alicia, since she couldn’t do it and since her husband couldn’t do it. So we built 4 levels, and then we stopped because we didn’t have any time to do it. Then we went to San Carlos and went to a old church and to the plaza. Then we went back to Los Quiotes.
The next day we went and bought a pig to kill for the community, to thank them for all that they had done for us. We bought the pig brought it to the pig pen, left it there for a day and we killed it the next day. We wasted nothing, this means that for one meal we had ribs, for another meal we had bones, for another meal we had chacharones, thenwiththeothermeatwemade tamales.We had the thank you lunch Thursday, and then had a church service.
Then on the way back, our van broke down. The radiator had a crack in it, and then we got water in the engine, so we had to have the spark plugs replaced, and the side door was broken. So we left at 8am, and ended up getting to the gateway at 5:40, 40 minutes later than we were supposed to arrive. But all was fine and we made it safe and sound, so God was with us.
