Hitting the Bricks

Another week down, and 4 left to go! That's right folks, it's the homecoming countdown!

Honored that I'll get to see my sister and friends perform in Cabaret on the evening of December 17th when I come home.

Well, this week has been typical, normal, and ordinary. Why the synonyms? Who nose. :^)

Sunday we went to Juan and Marbella's church (Keila's parents who are missionary's through TMI and pastor a church in a different colonia here in Tecate and graduate from the BI several years ago and now live here at the BI again temporarily since their house was broken into several time over the summer, which has turned out to be a blessing for them and us with the mutual exchange of help that's been taking place the past few months they've lived here) because was the anniversary of Juan's church. Uncle Kent delivered the sermon, followed by a church lunch. Afterwords we spontaneously hopped the border and did our usual Sunday shopping and visited with Uncle Kent's mom. I really like shopping at Trader Joe's and other healthy food grocery stores (Henry's, Whole Foods, Sprout's) which I've newly started shopping at since I've been living here with my Aunt and Uncle (health-food nuts).

*When I was little I never liked when Mom would shop at Trader Joe's because I was under the impression that it was a healthy food store owned a backstabber named Joe.*

Monday I watched kiddos.

Tuesday I watched kiddos. Nohemí threw a terrible 5 minute tantrum as her mom was trying to drop her off and go to her class. She was screaming and crying "No quiero! NO QUIERO!" and tried to climb out the window after her mom made it out the doorway. I got her to settle down almost instantly by giving her the eye (a learned look from my mom) and calmly telling her to stop crying.

Wednesday I watched kiddos. But don't remember the rest very much. Oh wait! I do remember that Dalila left Wednesday evening! She's apparently having health issues and had to go home for tests--that was her excuse, at least. I feel terrible that I had been praying for God to take her out of here (such a David prayer, huh?)--there must be a reason He answered. She was the only roommate I didn't like, due to her shady behavior. I felt SUPER bad when I went up to my room, after we had said our goodbyes and she had left, to find a note on my bed that said "Te quiero muchooooo! Love, Dalila"--at first I'd thought it was from Chelita, but felt remorse when I read it was from Dalila. Such a terrible person, am I. And she even returned my towel. :\

Thursday I watched kiddos, got the mail from the other side, and went to the ECEN 1 (where Children Evangelism Fellowship is taught in Spanish [APEN]) class. Aunt Lila needed help in one of the skits, so I was a little kid who fought with Olgita, a newly saved niña (played by Elda). I got a little too into it trying to pull the song boards from her hand as I sassed my one line: "Yo lo quiero hacer!" I got so into my small role that Ester, who played the teacher, had to add the line "Haver, Lynda" or in English "Alright, Lynda (that's enough)". Giggle, giggle. Eunice gave a demonstration on the Bible story of Naaman, the leper, with a visual book , which held my attention quite well. It brought back memories of Sunday school with Mrs. Roberta and her flannel board. I totally recalled her having told the story of Naaman to me at least three times. :) Always a good story.
After the class We picked up our "cena de bolsa"--bag of dinner--as we do every Thursday for supper, and Joka, Cheli, and I ate on our rooms.

Today I watched kids, napped, and taught Jehú more music stuff. Every time it's getting a little easier (socially and linguistically)to work with him once I'm in the Chapel with him, but it's getting me there that's hard. I dread. But God is granting me grace and patience in handling his arrogance.

Since Dalila's gone now, I offered to take her place on the kitchen duties until Aunt Lila changes it to the next one. Must've been meant to be because the two meals that she had cooked for are the two meals I'd been wanting to learn to make to share with my family back in Penryn. Chilaquiles on Tuesday mornings for breakfast and Arroz con Leche on Wednesdays for dinner. I'm looking forward to sharing it with the fam--they might not like Chilaquiles for breakfast though--maybe dinner. Corn tortilla chips, soaked in chile sauce, topped with onions, cilantro, and crumbly cheese.

Well, it's time to hit the bricks.