Once upon a time in Mexico. . .
This past weekend was phenomenal. No joke. I went to Mexcio and I don't even think I could do it justice. I felt like it was storybook style. Everything seemed like a dream-- whether it was passing out bags of beans and rice, blankets and singing Christmas songs to families and children running around on hillsides living in shacks, or whether I was paddling out on a surfboard through crystal blue water watching the sunset in front of me and the full moon rise over the cliffs behind me. I got to eat mango on a stick with"chile y limon", joke with old men and women in spanish, play with dirty little kids and pass out presents, decorate the orphange and play games with them.
It was actually quite a shock. When I went to Tijuana before, we didn't really interact with families, but this time I was put in the group to pass out the humanitarian stuff and it was amazing. Matt was handing out toys to these little kids and they were running up to him in the street with their dirty little faces and small hands reaching for anything and everything.
Our group (there were 100 of us) camped on the beach tucked between huge mountain cliffs. The last night we were there (Saturday after our beach dance party) was SOOO windy. It would literally push me and my sleeping bag and howl! I loved it! Surfing was such a blast also. The organization (Kaiizen) had a VW van with 6 surfboards strapped to the top and wetsuits. Most of the people weren't too proactive, so I got the wetsuit the whole time and for the last 30 minutes Matt taught me how to surf and I got up about 4 times. It was such a blast!! The waves were some of the best I've ever swam in.
We had our own little church service in the car yesterday (including talks, thoughts, prayers and hymns) and watched the temperature fall from 77 degrees in Mexcio to 1 degree when we got to Provo. But I must admit that listening to Christmas songs helped ease the transition into a "winter wonderland."
It was actually quite a shock. When I went to Tijuana before, we didn't really interact with families, but this time I was put in the group to pass out the humanitarian stuff and it was amazing. Matt was handing out toys to these little kids and they were running up to him in the street with their dirty little faces and small hands reaching for anything and everything.
Our group (there were 100 of us) camped on the beach tucked between huge mountain cliffs. The last night we were there (Saturday after our beach dance party) was SOOO windy. It would literally push me and my sleeping bag and howl! I loved it! Surfing was such a blast also. The organization (Kaiizen) had a VW van with 6 surfboards strapped to the top and wetsuits. Most of the people weren't too proactive, so I got the wetsuit the whole time and for the last 30 minutes Matt taught me how to surf and I got up about 4 times. It was such a blast!! The waves were some of the best I've ever swam in.
We had our own little church service in the car yesterday (including talks, thoughts, prayers and hymns) and watched the temperature fall from 77 degrees in Mexcio to 1 degree when we got to Provo. But I must admit that listening to Christmas songs helped ease the transition into a "winter wonderland."
posted by Angela at 11:50 AM
4 Comments:
They put some crazy stuff on "everything" down in Mexico. Boy do they love their sauces (or are they syrups? I don't really know how you classify it.). I don't miss the heat down there AT ALL, not yet anyway. Bring on the snow and sleet! This comment is a little rambly but I'm just typing whatever pops in my head. Surfing sounds like it was relaxing. I love old Mexican people, (at least in my opinion) they're all very friendly. MISS YOU!
Fern
wow angela! i didnt even know you were going to mexico. sounds pretty sweet, right up my alley. humanitairan, little kids and surfing..i should try it some time...sounds like its not real. you totally made up that sweet as vacation. i know it :)
holy cow... how did you find out about such a cool program!!! I really wish I could have gone. Right now i'm learning spanish for when I go to mexico in summer for Meso America tour. I'm pretty x-ited.
Brian Cobb
I think my favorite little boy was the one who kept just flopping in the sand at the beach. His father, who you later talked with, would tell him gently to get up, it was time to go, but the little boy would just walk for a little while and then flop right back into the brown sugar sand.
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