I will live on forever in YouTube land. At 2:59 I am one of those heads.
It has been a bit since you may have received an update from me, I do apologize for that. I am now in full swing with my Short-Term Recruiter responsibilities for ELCA Global Mission and the Young Adults in Global Mission program. I have been assigned to Wisconsin, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, Florida, Georgia, and Louisiana, so if you are living in any of those states and would like to have an impromptu house visitor, please don’t hesitate to contact me. I have attached a newsletter that talks about my goodbye process and a surprising picture of me on another mountain.
Also, I would like to include a link to a little 8 minute movie clip, unfortunately in Spanish, that features an ecological sanitation project that I was heavily involved in. Heck, I was even a part of the film crew for the video. We took three days at three different schools that lead to a vast amount of footage, and somehow we were able to compact it into eight minutes. The intro alone took us about 40 takes altogether. By the end I was over in a corner praying, not even knowing it. Days later the director comes over to thank me because he overheard me praying with the supersensitive microphones they use on set. I barely slept that night thinking about all the other comments he could have heard. Check it out here:
Calle 13 - LatinoamÃ©rica Directores Jorge Carmona y Milovan Radovic Productor Alejandro Noriega Patria Producciones
This song has followed me almost all year and still now.
When I first walked into my room, I was taken aback by the larger than life poster of an adolescent girl. At the time she was on a different wall, but no matter where I put her, she seems to keep a watchful eye on me.
This is the turquoise place where I lay my head to rest each night. My house overlooks Avenida 5 de mayo, undoubtedly the busiest street in Tepoztlán, where I live. I get the pleasure of listening to the two traffic officers who pride themselves on blowing their whistles in as many different ways as possible, regardless of the fact they are only wasting their breath.
Although it may not sound like it, I do in fact love my house. Most would consider my house to be dead center Tepoz, with the Auditorium and Town Hall in the same block, making almost everything a short walk away. I consider myself lucky as well, because my house is relatively bug free and I have an amazing host brother.
I hope you spot my Super Bowl XXXI packer hat and my wrestling mask hidden in the second picture. Stay tuned for our next riveting installment: A Day in the Life, Bathrooms
A problem that is not really present here in Morelos, Mexico, but something that is always present in the sanitation discussion.
Un sistema ecológico cuesta, incluyendo mano de obra, alrededor de US$1.200 (14 mil pesos mexicanos) y el convencional con WC puede costar unos US$3.000 porque se necesita construir el sanitario y además una fosa séptica con pozo de absorción.
Standing at a whomping 4-1, the Tepoz Soles (Suns) have been rising stars in the local basketball league. I have had the pleasure to join them on our ride through the season.
When I was arriving to Tepoztlan I was looking for some activity to occupy my free time. I found this baseball community and have been playing almost every chance I get. If nothing else these guys have taught me say bad things about your mother and complain to refs.
Well, I started feeling like a hot shot because my little skinny legs had been taking me higher until I could handily grab onto the rim with two hands, something I could have never down in the U.S.
After our first and only loss, we were sitting around waiting for the semi-pro game to begin when lo and behold they start RAISING the hoops. Every inch of cockiness was smashed out of me that night.
The desert is a vulnerable place to be in. It took my country coordinator to make me repeat, “Its hot in the desert. It is also cold in the desert” multiple times to break down preconceived ideas and plan accordingly. Even so, I do not even think she had planned on seeing snow. Like passively watching a caged animal, the sense of danger is ever present in the Devil’s Highway, but you enter knowing you have shelter for the night and a Klean Kanteen full with drinking water. You feel the beauty but know that if stared at too long, it means peril. The sweeping mountain ranges turn to looming mazes, the sporadic vegetation to thorny-arms and the crystalline snow scarcely more than a mirage.
Picture credit to Andrea and Luke Roske-Metcalfe