I just have to add something about our AirBnB we had booked. Well from the outside it just looks like these town houses do here. A gated door in a wall of doors. Opens into a nice house. We have three bedrooms and a bathroom on the second floor. Stairs go down right inside the front door. Only the room with three single beds that the boys are using has a A/C in it. It’s nice, appears relatively clean, and painted like these Mexicans like to paint their houses. Our room has three purple walls and one bright pink wall and purple ceiling. And well worn orange bedspread. 😁 We had supper at a restaurant where we spent too much money. But didn’t have much choice anymore by the time we got here. So it goes. I wish I had stuck in a pillow case for everyone. 🤔
And so we leave... Post by Cherith
And so we leave. This land of deserts and mountain, of canyons and palms. Where Tarahumara women wear brightly flouncing skirts and sit quietly selling their wares. Where wind whips dust on the great wide open into tall swirling dust devils. Where tortillas are warm and soft and you can buy chips and coke on every corner. This land of enormous arching blue skies with nary a cloud. Of waves crashing on a sandy beach and cold ceviche in a tall bowl. Of wide smiles and Google Translate conversations. Of winding twisting roads in and out of tall mountains. Where Catholic women rise early to journey to the tiny shrines and pay tributes to idols that will never answer. Where we feel our God speak in the deep of the canyons, the height of the mountains, the wide expanse of the ocean. So we leave, but with warmth, for we know He doesn’t just live here, but everywhere. We leave with sun-bleached hair and brown arms. Chapped feet and sparkling eyes. And while we leave, we know that our hearts w...
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