Sleepless in San Miguel

We're still here! Since we don't have to worry about planes, trains and automobiles anymore, we've happily settled into a routine that consists mostly of service, cooking tasty treats (especially Nick's excellent pozolé), and walking all the heck around town.

Also, standing artfully in doorways.

Occasionally, Nick & Zoe will scamper off to do totally unstaged shoots for up and coming attractions. This one actually looks like a still from an old movie. Grease? Footloose? Something starring James Dean? I don't know. If you know what I'm talking about, please tell me.

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When we're not too spent from all the modeling, we go exploring on the weekends. The central jardin is usually pretty tranquil, but completely comes to life on the weekend. We went last Saturday.

There was dancing! Horse drawn carriages! Fireworks (of course)!

Girls tossing out carnations! (If you look closely you will see that my flower has no head. Nish.)

Mariachis!

Pretty señoritas!

Young people in love!

And Nick almost got abducted by aliens!

Tomorrow there is a huge celebration in the jardin that was just described to me as "Muy divertido, pero un poco peligroso." Translation: They shoot fireworks into the crowd. Perhaps we will skip it.

Believe it or not, one month has passed already. Three more weeks in San Miguel, a few days in Mexico City, and then a week in La Paz, Baja California. We're expecting two special guest stars - one October 6th, and one October 9th. Hopefully this will boost our Nielson ratings and we'll be able to stay on the air a little longer. If all goes as planned, we'll be hitting up two Special Assembly Days and one Mexico Bethel tour before our series finale in beautiful San Diego, California.

Since we've managed to stay put for a while, we've finally been able to cultivate interest in the territory, and made good friends in the congregation.

Linda J. & Cher E.

Steve E. & Nikolish

And of course, I am glad to have a way to do what I do best - teach children stuff and play with colored pencils. I had my second English lesson with Citlali ("Star" in Nahuatl) and Fransciso Jr. yesterday. Tempted as I am to teach them Olde English, ("Good day, good sir. How art thou?" How awesome would that be?) I'm sticking to our modern dialect and they're coming along nicely. They even learned a pretty snappy English field ministry presentation.

Their appetite for instruction is almost as large as my appetite for Mexican candy. At the end of our lesson, Fransciso was frantically trying to communicate something to me in Spanish. He wanted to extend our lesson by half an hour. When I unintentionally cut the half hour short by 116 seconds, he looked and my watch and desperately said, "Two more minutes, please!" I really can't argue with that. Darn irresistible Nahuatl children.

P.S. Go Chargers!