TORTILLAS

On Thursday evening Allyson, one of the missionaries here, took us to her friends house. I'd like to share this experience with you because it was one of those experiences that I will NEVER forget. Since I don't know how to spell her name I'm just going to write Hermana.

Hermana spent her entire day cleaning her very tiny house for us. She painted, she covered all the furniture and rearranged all of her things. She spent hours preparing the food that we would eat. Hermana lives in a very small house, well at least what I would consider small. She lives there with her husband, five kids, daughter-in-law and grandchild.

We began the evening by helping prepare some of the food. I had the please of helping put together the Sopes which were absolutely delicious. After we ate the main meal we were given a lesson in making tortillas. Hermana's husband, Chato, said every young woman needs to know how to make tortillas if she lives in Mexico. So I now know how to make homemade tortillas. After this Hermana made quesadillas and shared her testimony upon my request. We then topped off the night with flan.

I'm sad to report that I did not talk much this evening. It was a hard situation because there were six of us and her and her family. We didn't really interact to much which made me sad. But what I will remember from this experience are the words Hermana spoke to me. As she hugged and kissed me goodbye she told me that she loved me and that I was welcome anytime at her home. What generosity! What hospitality! What love! This woman doesn't even know me and yet because she has the love of God in her she showers me with everything she has to offer. As we departed they yelled after us to come back. They told us they were blessed by our presence.

As we drove home, I was at a loss of what to think. I don't know how I'll be able to return to the states and live contently when I know what is here in Ensenada. I don't know why I am in Mexico, but I am hoping that as time goes by God will make all the puzzle pieces fit. I'm hoping that he will reveal what my time here this summer meant, it's significance. I'm overwhelmed by the love and presence of God I sense here. And that is all I have to say!


Here are the tortillas we made. I ate my first one so then I had to make a second one. I think I did quite well considering it was my first time. I'm looking forward to experimenting with making tortillas when I get home.

Sadly, I don't think taco bell will satisfy my craving for Mexican food any more.