Yuck, I'm sick...
Yeah, I'm not feeling good today. My whole body feels tired. Well, I'm sure I could feel worse so it's alright. I had breakfast with Ester this morning and it brought back a lot of forgotten memories. She used to work with me at CHIA. I like her now but I can remember being in Mexico with her and things were a totally different story. We didn't really get along that well. Maybe it was just trying to live together in the midst of a construction site. I mean now that I think of it it was kind of ridiculious, we didn't even have any walls between our rooms, any beds, or even any water. I think back to little over a year ago and wonder what I was thinking?? ha ha. You really get to know someone when you are forced to live with them, especially in a messed up environment. You know, I'm gratful for my missions time in Mexico but I am not really dying to go and do it again any time soon. Maybe I'll change my mind in a few years, but I don't think so. It is really hard. I remember the first few months were awesome! I mean, I loved living out in the moutains in the middle of nowhere and being totally out of my element. But then probably around the third month, it started getting really hard. When I realized that the most excitement I could have in a day was visiting our neighbor Tarahumara Indians and listening to them tell me the same stories over and over again, then it was like I wanted to come home so bad! I would count down the days until Steve or Ed said they had to go to El Paso for the weekend so I could come and visit, and go to church. I guess that experience has really made me appreciate things that I normally take for granted like, phone, water, heat, a shower, electricity!!, and just speaking English. What an experience! It's weird because I'd love to share some of my stories with my friends but I don't know if they would even mean anything to them. It's like that part of my life is all in my mind. No one else really knows what those few months were about, what I learned, what God taught me. Funny. Somedays I wish I could be back there at Sta. Elena sitting by the creek watching Chico heard the goats and writing in my journal, but then I look around and thank God for the blessings He's given me.