Mexico Part 5

The kids would always pick us to be the runners or taggers, so we rarely got a break. It was really fun though, because there were plenty of funny moments where we were just laughing with the kids. The language barrier had disappeared while playing the game.

On the first day we were at Gilberto Commacho, the principal invited us to spend an afternoon at a ranch that his brother owns. One of the teachers also invited us to have dinner at her home. We had done these same things last year. They were events where we could form a personal connection with the administrators of the school, and create a bond of trust. In addition, it was really fun.

On Wednesday, we brought supplies and applied varnish at a preschool and a secondary school. Shortly following, we went to the ranch. It was very large, and we had the opportunity to ride horses. There was also a creek that you can wade in. Polo, his brother, and a couple other teachers and their children(many of which attend the primary school) were also there. After that, we all went to the home of the teacher who invited us for dinner. She lived on a ranch too, and we had to cross a long bridge to get there. But not on car. No, this was a foot bridge.

Let me give you an image. Remember in the movie Shrek, where Donkey and Shrek have to cross the rickety bridge to get to Fiona's castle? Over the lake of lava? That's it. Except there was no lava. Just a big drop into a large, dried up creekbed. I'm not good at estimating measurements, but I'd say a 30-50 drop.

She was very kind, and we had DELICIOUS food. Rice, cooked beans, chicken, steak, and tortillas, and mango juice. Which is the best juice you will ever taste. All of their juice was excellent, actually.

After we ate, we played a game of volleyball with the children. We had to use a clothes line as a net, but otherwise, it was pretty functional. No one was extremely talented, but it was a very good game. One boy in sixth grade challenged one of my serves. I owned him. Everyone was so friendly and playful. It hardly seemed different to how we would eat, gather, and play in America. Except with a better view.