Mexico Mission: Day 3, Sunday April 12th

Easter Sunday. Crawled out of the tent at 6am and enjoyed taking it easy. We had clear skies last night which allowed the morning sun to warm my face. How did I know we had clear skies? Just ask the local loose dog that woke me and Robin up at 3:30 am as it was ripping through our garbage. I managed to chase it away only to have it back a half hour later. I fumbled for my head lamp and on my second trip out of the tent I had to go find a second bag, re-bag the garbage and place it in the boy’s bathroom. I fell back to sleep wondering why God didn’t answer my fist prayer “Please keep the dogs away”. The answer I got back was… “why didn’t you re-bag it the first time”.

Today had a few great highlights. First we had a fantastic church service. There is nothing like worshiping God with a congregation singing in a different language. Although I knew the english version of the songs it was difficult to sing in english because you get caught up in the Spanish. After church we were able to experience an authentic flavour of Mexico. The local youth leaders came to our trailer and made us fish tacos. OMG (oh my gosh)!!! Home made salsa, hot sauce, guacamole and fresh limes. Mmmmm! The fish served is battered and fried in a shallow pan of oil. Oh! the best falvoured batter I have ever had. Oh yeah, they use shark. A few of the youth met the challenge and had at least one. I stopped at five only because we were headed off to play soccer with the local youth. Soccer was a great time, just about threw up a lung, but it was fun.

Basketball Memory (by Jalisse Clark)
There has been so many good times to tell, but besides the interesting fish tacos we consumed and the re-enacted bible stories one of my favorite memories was playing basketball. We gathered in the middle of San Felipe where initially not a lot of youth and kids showed up at first. After a half hour or so there were LOADS!!. It was incredible to see us and the San Felipe people playing sports together because it didn’t require much language, rather more interaction. I remember switching to basketball half way through (more my forte) and although I played with mainly Mexicans, and not understanding their language, we all still bonded and worked together as a team. I had some tough competition (haha!) out of all the basketball games we ever played, playing that day till it was pitch black was the best games I ever played. There are millions of memories with the beautiful children but those memories could take a century to tell. Playing sports with all ages is a memory I never want to forget. So much fun!!!
Another great day!