The day started like any other Sunday here, get up at 6, leave for church by 7:30am.
It's always a good sign when they need to bring out more chairs in church. Church is held on the school property, I really like the outdoors feel of church.
After that we picked up some donations of bread on the way to a house that I would visit.
It reminds me of the verse: Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Matthew 6:26----
After that I went to Casa de Adolescente (the house for adolescent boys 13-18 years old). At one point, the house mother started making bacon. Oh, my favorite smell! I told the house parent that the smell was like love, oh do I love the smell of bacon frying. They proceeded to finished cooking and asked if I wanted some. Here I never turn down food, one because I don't know when I'll get offered some again, and two because I don't want them to think that they need to make something different or that I am ungrateful. They gave me that plate and it was so much, so, so much. I graciously accepted it.
There must have been at least 6 pieces of bacon, eggs with ham and a full avocado. I eat about half of it, then I realize that there is no one else eating. Fear sets over me, why was she cooking bacon, then I make an off the cuff remark about loving bacon and now I'm the only one eating bacon. Oh no, this food was for more than me! Oh no, I was suppose to take what I wanted off of the plate and instead I took the WHOLE PLATE! Oh no, no, no! Oh, I'm so embarrased! I gave the rest of my plate back and they took it. I'm still not sure if I took everyones or if they meant it just for me. This is where the language barrier is a huge problem. Either way, I was super embarrassed.
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Luckily we moved right into arm wrestling to distract my mind. I beat 3 of the kids, but let me tell ya, it was very, very tough! My arm hurt bad enough that I didn't try any others.
Then the most dangerous part of the day happened. We drove to the Northern part of the city and POP, POP, POP, SO MANY SHOTS WERE FIRED! This was a dangerous place and that's what makes it fun!
We had so much fun playing paintball! It was challenging because we all got camo shirts and matching vests and face masks. Without the ability to communicate with my team and even recognize who was actually on my team, I struggled severely. However when we were done, all the boys were laughing and reliving the fun that they had through the stories that they each told (of course I understood none of it).
At one point I had run out of ammo. I hatched a plan, I'd make a suicide run to where I knew an opposing team member was. I gathered all my courage and ran as fast as I could, I rounded the corner and found him sitting in a resting position while he waited for the firefight to calm down. I stuck my gun in his chest and yelled "do you surrender?" My plan was to make him surrender and then take all his paintballs. Well, there were a couple of problems with this plan. First off, he spoke no english so as I yelled at him to surrender, it meant nothing. The second and bigger problem, that I hadn't realized, is that he had a teammate about 6 feet away from him that I failed to see. As I stuck the barrel of my gun in the first boys chest, I suddenly heard the pop, pop, pop of his teammate drilling me in the side with massive amounts and with increadible forces of paint. I had failed in my mission, it was in fact a suicidal act.
But the good news is that I now have a souvenir to take home from Mexico that can't be confiscated in customs...
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Then back to the house that I'm staying at to play with the kids a little longer before lights out.
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