It has been one of the craziest weeks of my life thus far.
I have been going through some intense culture shock people, an yesterday was rooouugh.
I felt like going and sitting in the Wal-Mart just to feel closer to America.
But it's okay because guess what?
Today is Sunday!
Why do I love Sundays so much?
Well let me see...
It's not just that I get to go to Church and be sprititually edified, no matter WHAT language I am listening to...
It's the peace and quiet of many other people and homes revitalizing themselves for the week ahead and contemplating on the past weeks events.
It's the meal that is near if not the exact same as every Sunday, and the feeling that you can never ever escape of being absolutely FAMISHED when you come home from Church (fasting or not, you come home from those 3 hours of meetings and you head straight for the box of cheez-its)
It is the family walks, and games and time that is spent to just forget the rest of the world and enjoy the awesome gift we all have of being here.
A Sunday in the Cruz home:
- Carly and I wake up at 7:45 to get in the shower
-Carly gets out of bed, I don't
-The shower is occupied so Carly sits and waits while I catch up on snuggling with my blanket
- We realize that this someone in the bano is having a bad hair day, can't shave well, or REALLY likes to brush their teeth so we clean our room and pick out our outfits while we wait (while doing so realizing that living together has caused us to start dressing a little bit like twin sisters..)
-Hallelujah! The door to the bathroom is open so Carly sneaks in and hops in the shower while I brush the teeth and wash the mug
- We get dressed and load up in the van to go to our 9 o'clock church
- We read other literature during the Sacrament meeting (sriptures, preach my gospel, ensign etc.)
- Sunday School= repeat sacrament activities
- Today our sunday school teacher asked if we could read the verses she asks us to to remain "part of the class" I give her an example of me reading a verse in Spanish. She gets it.
- I make a goal of learning more Spanish
- Intently watch the passion and conviction that is our group of women in Relief Society. I don't care that there's language barriers, I know exactly how these women feel about the Gospel and being members of the Church. It is a wonderful thing to see in a tiny, cramped, cold space of a room. Talk about inspiring examples? Tyra Banks cannot even touch the word fierce in comparison to Mexican women.
- Go home and stub my foot hard core stepping over the metal door frame. There was blood.
- Watch while stunned as my sisters and cousin rush me to the bathroom, stick my foot in the sink, wash my grody toe, put a cotton alcohol swab on it and band-aid it to perfection. Total. Sweet. Hearts.
Thanks so much for documenting this Carly Kay. You're a gem.
- Mess around with Carly in our room taking pictures.
- Then we all make dinner together, and just like last Sunday Carly and I get to make the orange juice!! We really like this job. Even if it is a way for our madre to get us out of the kitchen and stop saying "Necessitas ayudar? Necessitas ayudar?" Which means, need help?
HA! I think she looks kinda funny in this one.
Love ya Berg.
Pops showin us how its done.
-After we have stuffed ourselves to the brim with chicken, beans, tortillas, salsa, and the best guacamole you have ever tasted, we all take long nice siestas.
-Wait, that might have just been me.
- THEN my favorite part of the day! Carly, Dad, Mom, Melany, Frida and me (grammar?) took a nice Sunday walk up up up the hill to this bad boy
Puebla is the Capital of the state of Puebla, but this is just a Church and they're everywhere
-Finally got to the top of the hill
- Frida was trying to show off her push up skills so I thought I would join and make it a little competition.
-Victory! Age makes no difference.
-Playing hide and seek with the little sisters. Totally fun.
- Just some good ol' nonsense on the way back home
So that was our Sunday, and now we are about to go eat a small dinner.
If you will excuse me, I have to go and roll out some tortillas for my meal.
Because that is what people do in Mexico.
I'll tell you all about this little beauty down here next time :)
Missing and loving you all!
