Reflections

I'm finally coming home.

Today.

That time flew by so quickly.

At first I was scared, nervous.  Five months is a long time and people can really change.  I don't know what it expected of me, if I have measured up to the expectations, if people will but me in this box of who I was and try to crush all that I have gained.  I LOVE the Mexican people, the Latino people.  They have such a huge part of my heart it cannot be suppressed.  I have grown up.  I have lived on my own for almost five months.  My love for those at home has not decreased, but augmented tremendously.  I can not wait.

How can all this emotions be mixed into one?

It's something we call "bittersweet."

Another word for it is "Life."

Change and Progression.  Touch the lives of as many people as you can and move on when the time is right.  Do God's will and share Hid love to the fullest degree possible.

"Home is where the heart is."

That's the one that keeps getting me.  How can my heart be split into so many different places?

   For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: and whosoever will lose his life for my sake shall find it.

--Matthew 16:25  

I'm ready.  

I AM coming home.

Adventures with Karina

This weekend I finally had the experience of leaving campus for the weekend with someone other than my Grandparents. I was able to leave with Karina Pastor Castillo. It was SO fun.

I ate many delicious things.

I felt like I was playing with Karina again, because we enjoyed our eating SO much. :)

Saturday we went to Six Flags with Lizelot(I have NO idea how to spell her name), Geraldo, Arturo, Chucho Macoy and Chuchote. I bet you didn’t know there was a Six Flags in Mexico City. I went on Superman, and two different Batman rollercoasters, developed a fear of clowns, one called Medusa…I’m sure the rides at Six Flags in the States are better, but I still really enjoyed it.

I also got to go on a fantastic adventure called the Metro. I felt like I was in a movie. Everyone was running. It was awesome. And then more than half the people inside are standing up holding on to a pole wherever you can and you have about half a centimeter of bubble space. Then when it comes to a stop, you force your way through people and jump out the door like a superhero, or like the train in Anastasia or something.

Saturday night on the way home from Six Flags we stopped at a Taco Shop because Karina insisted that I had to try something. We got up there and she asked for a Gringa and the man behind the “counter” immediately gave me a funny looked. I couldn’t help but laugh, but it was a really yummy taco.

Sunday we went to church at 1:00, giving lots of time in the morning to eat about 7 bowls of cereal. I realized something though, and it must be the same in all big families. It doesn’t matter how late church starts, or how early you get up in the morning, you are always RUNNING out the door.

I played the Piano in Sacrament Meeting. Very Scary. I sightread two of the hymns I played.

Sorry. I have to leave this one unfinished. Soon enough, I will not have a time limit on Email.

ONE WEEK FROM TOMORROW!