This week contains more pictures than words. I know that's what everyone likes anyway. *grins*
SUNDAY: San Pedro service and the afternoon off to enjoy reading. Choix service and rode in the truck to Mochiqui. Took a walk and met up with Salvador who wanted to walk with us and show us all of the videos on his phone. Hot chocolate in the evening.
MONDAY: A total of four months in Mexico. Stacey sick. A long Phase 10 game with Lupita and Vanessa. San Pedro Kid's Club. Helped Fransisca wash dishes afterwards. Verb class.
TUESDAY: Made the invitations for the girl party next Friday night. Passed out tracts in Aguajito and Colexio, two little villages. The orphanage boys picked on me, but I got no sympathy from Johan. A family from town came for a spaghetti dinner. Mario, the father, spoke very good English.
WEDNESDAY: Worked again on the invitations. Walked uptown to buy more ribbon and tripped as I stepped out of the store....along a very busy street. Talk about conspicuous! Wrote out verses. Leftovers for dinner and then prayer meeting. Stacey and I carried two heavy cots several blocks and fought our uncontrollable laughter at how stupid we looked. We made a spectacle...even though we tried to subtly sneak along the back streets. "Apudate! Apudate!" (Hurry! Hurry!)
THURSDAY: Girls' day out. Took the bus to El Fuerte. Jabbered all of the way while the Mexicans onboard remained warily silent. Walked around the plaza and toured two awesome hotels. One hotel took up an entire block and contains part of the mansion that Zorro was born in. It was incredibly beautiful! Pizza for lunch and choco flan for dessert at a cute little cafe. Then came souvenir shopping and a sickening bus ride home. Naptime and then hotdogs from a street vendor. Fun with just the girls.
FRIDAY: Packed, packed, packed. Souvenir shopped uptown with Stacey. Toilent paper in my load of laundry. *sighs* Went to Mochiqui without Donna to study with the girls and play games with them. SLEEPY!
SATURDAY: Saturday school. Made lunch, packed, moved, and cleaned our empty house. Said goodbye to the landlady and the card-playing boys outside our street. Unpacked and helped with dinner--pizza!!! Walked Marlen home in the dark. So tired!!!
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Why should offer sympathy when you probably started picking on the boys first!
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