Transition
In May my church made the switch from being in a temporary building to a more permanent building we have keys to. So, we were in full gear for about one full month - painting, cleaning, scrubbing, installing new technology, making the building our home. Throughout the summer I helped my church and missions team receive and serve alongside about 4 different short-term-missions teams. It was a whole lot - like a whole lot. I didn’t know that my Spanish was good enough to translate on the spot - I didn’t know that Mexicans had expectations of North Americans and… Read more >>
Mi Casa es Tu Casa
I have been told that Mexicans are more welcoming more “warm climate” natured than those in the states. I shrugged my shoulders and said “okay” This past week I have been living in that observation. It’s intensified when these Mexicans I’ve been loved by are also Christians. A series of very sad events took place this week - but Christ was glorified in all. My sweet sweet host sister passed away in a car accident. It hurt so much and I felt like a blubbering mess for 3 days. My cheeks hurt from all the crying and all the wind that made them rosier than usual. But the body of… Read more >>
Making Mexico Home
So, I’ve been here in Mexico for about 5 months, which is a little crazy to think about. I understand SO MUCH Spanish, which is crazy, considering I didn’t speak any before I came here to Mexico. I gave my friend a tour around Mexico and even translated things for my friend. WHAT. I feel comfortable in many different neighborhoods here. I have found friends, like real humans who tell me not to apologize for who I am, who push me to do things I might find embarrassing and are in my corner as my hypeman shouting in Spanish and English. W O W I am learning Spanish also through… Read more >>
Memorizing Metro Stops
I keep telling people, I don't really miss my home, and that I feel comfortable here. I think some people in Mexico and in the states don't believe me. But, two and a half months in and it feels like home, like I don’t feel out of place. Probably thanks to my nomadic childhood, that continued into my nomadic adulthood. When I relocate to a new city, I like to walk everywhere, it’s the fastest way for me to get comfortable with a city and since I do not have a car (or license) public transportation is my good friend. I associate metro/subway stops with what’s there. While I lived in New… Read more >>