you boys like mexico??

[lauraleeface]

This past week I went with my church's twenty-somethings group to build a house in La Carbonera, Mexico. Carbonera (a.k.a. the shit) is a small fishing town a couple of hours south of the border that was hit by all of the hurricanes last season. We drove to San Marcos on Friday and stayed in a church that night, and then drove the rest of the way on Saturday. The whole drive was sort of a blur because I have this, what I would call endearing, quality to be able to sleep through anything for any length of time. However, when we got to the border, it was the instant 45 degree rise in temperature and smell of fish and Penzoil that woke me. We slept above a church with no air conditioning and had to place all of our toilet paper in a bucket because the rudimentary septic system couldn't filter it. And occasionally all the water would stop running. But the whole trip was so rad because we played futbol (and were reamed), were invited to a birthday fiesta where we learned how to dance all mexican-like, and made friends with the village idiot who just happened to love Jose Cuervo and much as he loved Jesus, and BUILT A HOUSE. The group became so tight (and so sick) that we quickly were keeping track of each other's bowel movements - think of that what you will. I will say however, that upon returning, I have never been so excited to eat fiber.

Only in Mexico...
1. is it safer to lick the floors than the dogs
2. do plaids and stripes match
3. does a four-year old's birthday party have more drunk men than a gay bar on a Saturday night in America, and finally
4. can you go through an entire bottle of pepto-bismol in two days

The end of the summer is upon me. I'm going to be home only one more week, and then I'm going out with little to no "bang," unless shipping boxes and doing laundry count as a bang.