SUNDAY: Jesi didn't sit beside me during the San Pedro service; sitting without her demanding my attention is something I'm not used to. The afternoon was completely uneventful; I typed and talked on the phone with my sister. During the Choix service I sat between Alma and Bella, thinking that keeping two girls straight shouldn't be too hard. Broma! (Just kidding!) Because Bella is deaf, she quickly loses interest in the service...especially when people make faces at her. *sighs* The evening was beautiful. Stacey and I took a walk to enjoy the unusually warm night. And then we both finished out the evening with good books.
MONDAY: I went alone to Vanessa's place on Monday morning. I had relatively good talk with the family of women, although I discovered how inadequate my Spanish knowledge is to explain spiritual issues. When I returned to Loren and Donna's house, I dutifully studied my Spanish...even though I wanted to throw the uncooperative computer out of the window onto the street to get crushed under an 18-wheeler, and then toss the remains to the bottom of a bottomless ocean....I think you probably get the point. I took a walk in the afternoon, and ended up on a "road less travelled." People stared out of their windows as the lonely gringa marched by confidently...and obviously lost. I made it back in time to jump in Rod's van and head out to San Pedro for Kid's Club. After the class, I talked quite a while with an attention-starved 14-year-old named Gladys. After supper, Stacey and I hung out with the little boys on our street, learning lots of new names.
TUESDAY: Because I spent the morning hotel shopping, the reality of my family coming to visit sank in. Stacey and I had a ball prancing around town peering in buildings we had never dared to enter and rating the Mexican cleanliness on a scale of passable and not passable. It was fun to be able to openly discuss the pros and cons in front of the hotel clerks without worrying about their understanding. We had chicken and rice soup for lunch; it was delicious. I made cookies and we took them down to Don Josecito's store. Lily gave one to her daugher Tanya who immediately pronounced them "Rico!" (Literally: rich. Figuratively: delicious). We passed out tracts in the afternoon. Our huge group of girls covered a lot of area in a little time. The most deflating moment of my day was when I found out that the orphanage boys nicknamed me "Salchicha" (hotdog). Actually, it was hilarious. Just call me Sally for short.
WEDNESDAY: Stacey and I were so chilly that we sat out in the sun to decide what kind of cookies to make for the prison. We eventually decided that with all the men at the prison we had no choice but to make Boyfriend Cookies (oatmeal chocolate chip). After break, we talked with our landlady with Janessa's blessed help. Lord willing, I will be moving in with Loren and Donna at the end of the month when Stacey returns to the States. We had prayer meeting that night. The boys on our street were delighted to talk with us again...They're getting used to us and do their best to impress us.
THURSDAY: We got up, cleaned, did laundry, and ate lunch. That's about it and I'm not kidding. Later that afternoon, we went souvenir shopping. That was so much fun to be a tourist and buy stuff for my darling family. We stopped at the plaza to read in the beautiful afternoon sunshine.
FRIDAY: Loren, Donna, and Kyle were in Los Mochis for the day. Stacey and I worked on a list that Donna had left behind for us. Stacey made lunch while I finished a skirt for Tita and made a poster for MariCruz. That afternoon, Stacey and I walked out to Mochiqui. We talked with the school kids, visited Henriqueta and MariCruz. We helped the girls with their reading and then played games with them. That evening was the singles' night out. We ate at the taqueria by the plaza. Then we climbed the clocktower and took pictures. Johan drove us all out to the orphanage to hang out and eat ooey-gooey brownies.
SATURDAY: Stacey and I went to pick up Salvador for Saturday school. He greeted us with bleary eyes and no smile; pobrecito (poor thing) had been sleeping. But he did come after class to talk with Miguel, his little brother. Five of the girls from Mochiqui stayed for our lunch of rice and bean burritos. Afterwards all five--Lupita, Carla, Tita, Alma, and Brisa--came over to our house to play games. Two of the neighbor girls joined us. Unfortunately, that meant lots and lots of energy that was impossible to control or channel into something constructive. We took them to the estadio (baseball stadium) to wear off some of their energy. The afternoon ended with hair-pulling and tears from two of the seven. Stacey and I were ready to do some of our own hair-pulling, but we opted for some quiet time in our little house. That evening, Loren and Donna had company for dinner. Stacey and I helped prepare the tostadas and we were ready and waiting when the company arrived. The company was an apostolic family from town. They were enjoyable and absolutely hilarious!
MONDAY: I went alone to Vanessa's place on Monday morning. I had relatively good talk with the family of women, although I discovered how inadequate my Spanish knowledge is to explain spiritual issues. When I returned to Loren and Donna's house, I dutifully studied my Spanish...even though I wanted to throw the uncooperative computer out of the window onto the street to get crushed under an 18-wheeler, and then toss the remains to the bottom of a bottomless ocean....I think you probably get the point. I took a walk in the afternoon, and ended up on a "road less travelled." People stared out of their windows as the lonely gringa marched by confidently...and obviously lost. I made it back in time to jump in Rod's van and head out to San Pedro for Kid's Club. After the class, I talked quite a while with an attention-starved 14-year-old named Gladys. After supper, Stacey and I hung out with the little boys on our street, learning lots of new names.
TUESDAY: Because I spent the morning hotel shopping, the reality of my family coming to visit sank in. Stacey and I had a ball prancing around town peering in buildings we had never dared to enter and rating the Mexican cleanliness on a scale of passable and not passable. It was fun to be able to openly discuss the pros and cons in front of the hotel clerks without worrying about their understanding. We had chicken and rice soup for lunch; it was delicious. I made cookies and we took them down to Don Josecito's store. Lily gave one to her daugher Tanya who immediately pronounced them "Rico!" (Literally: rich. Figuratively: delicious). We passed out tracts in the afternoon. Our huge group of girls covered a lot of area in a little time. The most deflating moment of my day was when I found out that the orphanage boys nicknamed me "Salchicha" (hotdog). Actually, it was hilarious. Just call me Sally for short.
WEDNESDAY: Stacey and I were so chilly that we sat out in the sun to decide what kind of cookies to make for the prison. We eventually decided that with all the men at the prison we had no choice but to make Boyfriend Cookies (oatmeal chocolate chip). After break, we talked with our landlady with Janessa's blessed help. Lord willing, I will be moving in with Loren and Donna at the end of the month when Stacey returns to the States. We had prayer meeting that night. The boys on our street were delighted to talk with us again...They're getting used to us and do their best to impress us.
THURSDAY: We got up, cleaned, did laundry, and ate lunch. That's about it and I'm not kidding. Later that afternoon, we went souvenir shopping. That was so much fun to be a tourist and buy stuff for my darling family. We stopped at the plaza to read in the beautiful afternoon sunshine.
FRIDAY: Loren, Donna, and Kyle were in Los Mochis for the day. Stacey and I worked on a list that Donna had left behind for us. Stacey made lunch while I finished a skirt for Tita and made a poster for MariCruz. That afternoon, Stacey and I walked out to Mochiqui. We talked with the school kids, visited Henriqueta and MariCruz. We helped the girls with their reading and then played games with them. That evening was the singles' night out. We ate at the taqueria by the plaza. Then we climbed the clocktower and took pictures. Johan drove us all out to the orphanage to hang out and eat ooey-gooey brownies.
SATURDAY: Stacey and I went to pick up Salvador for Saturday school. He greeted us with bleary eyes and no smile; pobrecito (poor thing) had been sleeping. But he did come after class to talk with Miguel, his little brother. Five of the girls from Mochiqui stayed for our lunch of rice and bean burritos. Afterwards all five--Lupita, Carla, Tita, Alma, and Brisa--came over to our house to play games. Two of the neighbor girls joined us. Unfortunately, that meant lots and lots of energy that was impossible to control or channel into something constructive. We took them to the estadio (baseball stadium) to wear off some of their energy. The afternoon ended with hair-pulling and tears from two of the seven. Stacey and I were ready to do some of our own hair-pulling, but we opted for some quiet time in our little house. That evening, Loren and Donna had company for dinner. Stacey and I helped prepare the tostadas and we were ready and waiting when the company arrived. The company was an apostolic family from town. They were enjoyable and absolutely hilarious!
Brisa
Carla
Teresita
Lupita
Alma
Tita 
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