What a Trip!

It is 12:30 am and I have to be up in 4 1/2 hours.  But I can’t sleep.  It is good though.  So many thoughts, experiences, memories, ideas, stories, laughs, and they are all running through my head at the same time.  I will eventually pour them out here, but now is not the time.  Too much to say and I really should go to sleep.

Here is a brief recap of the past 36 hours starting Friday night after my last posting.

Look for a Chiapas Jaguars jersey.  Failed.

Have an awesome dinner in an Italian restaurant.

Laugh so hard in the van ride back to the hotel I almost cry.  (Had to do with someones “Groove being harshed” – I’ll have to explain that one later.)

Sleep

Skip breakfast too much to do on the last day.

Find a gas station with coffee!  Jackpot!

Visit a competeing water provider and, now educated, see ALL of the ways their contaminate their water.

Have an unexpected breakfast in the home of Daisy Maria, a squater in a slum of Tuxtla called El Refugio (the Refuge), and a recipient of HWI clean water.

Absolutely humbled by the hospitality of this family to invite us into their home and feed bunch of chubby “gueros”.

Go to ATM and realize I left my ATM card in Denver.

Took a boat ride up a kilometer deep canyon and saw spider monkeys and crocodiles.

Look for a Chiapas Jaguars jersey.  Failed.

Drove to a mountainous colonial town, San Cristobol de las Casas.  What a beautiful place.  This felt soooo much further away from home than Mexico.

Had lunch.

Look for a Chiapas Jaguars jersey.  Failed.

Walked around a craft market looking for gifts.

Look for a Chiapas Jaguars jersey.  Found one big enough for Jon on our team (he’s a big dude).  But only one, so Greg and I are still on the hunt.

Ask Jon to try it one and realize Jon is not with us.

Look for Jon.

Look for Jon.

Look for Jon.

Everyone meets back up to make a better plan.

Look for Jon.

Everyone meets back up to make a new better plan.

Look for Jon.

Found Jon!

Get sick.  (Darn you Montezuma and your stinkin’ revenge!)

Look for the car.

Realize I all I do here is laugh.

Find car.

Drive over and hour back to Tuxtla (now past 10:30) and listen to Ryan tell the funniest / weirdest stories I have ever heard.

Pack.

Blog.

And now I am going to bed, content, with a head full of thought that can be sifted through tomorrow on airplanes and through airports.

So here is the above story, visually.

Are missions trips supposed to have dinners like this?

Are missions trips supposed to have dinners like this?

The house of Daisy Maria and her family.

The house of Daisy Maria and her family.

Two of the kids.

Two of the kids.

What a shirt - "The Tank"

What a shirt - "The Tank"

Breakfast is served.  Chicken in a mole sauce served with tortillas and rice.

Breakfast is served. Chicken in a mole sauce served with tortillas and rice.

Althea and Jenni have breakfast.

The team with Daily and her children.

You gotta love a self portrait in a gringo hat!

You gotta love a self portrait in a gringo hat!

Poor Jenni had to sit with Greg the WHOLE way.

Poor Jenni had to sit with Greg the WHOLE way.

Check that out!

Check that out!

Sweet!

Sweet!

Dos mas!

Dos mas!

How cool is this place!

How cool is this place!

At the end of the canyon it opens up in to this lake.

At the end of the canyon it opens up in to this lake.

The Cathedral in San Cristobal.

The Cathedral in San Cristobal.

Cross

Who you callin' "Guero"?  Not Greg!

Who you callin' "Guero"? Not Greg!

Susan, I think your dove flew from Antigua to San Cristobal.

Susan, I think your dove flew from Antigua to San Cristobal.

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~ by shanesthoughts on August 9, 2009.

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