Round Two

2009. We came, we saw, we served, we surfed, we slept, we wept, we crept, we walked, we swam, we rode on buses, we rowed on boats, we rode on bikes, we drove each other crazy, we laughed until we cried, we cried until we laughed, we didn't shave our legs, we didn't drink the water, we ate grasshoppers, we made salsa, we set our mouths on fire, we made friends who felt like family, we danced, we preached, we taught, we learned, we lived in a zoo, we adopted a dog, we adopted each other. But most of all, we survived.

So we're doing it again. 2010. And by we, I mean me. And maybe you.

If you are just tuning in, a hearty, back-slappin' welcome. For those of you who were following our trip last time, bienvenidos otra vez! I don't exactly know how to break this to you, but most of the intensely excellent travelling fools from last year's Sanguijuelas y Sacristanes adventures will not be joining us this time around. WHY? you exclaim? Because everything has changed, I exclaim back! I cannot reveal the full magnitude of the changeocity that has occurred, but I can give you a glimpse of it:

Yes, oh yes, don't act like you didn't have your suspicions when you saw this! And this! AND THIS! So, Tara and Paul are rightfully occupied, and Nick, Zoe, Bobby, and Emilie are likewise involved with their respective spiritual and secular responsibilities at the moment. Entonces, they are in charge of keeping Southern California in order while I'm away. Try to prevent forest fires, and...earthquakes. We had a nice 5.8 tremble last night, right after I bought my plane ticket to Puerto Escondido.

Oh, right, Mexico. After months of unexpected twists and commonplace turns, I stumbled across an irresistibly inexpensivo plane ticket from Tijuana to Puerto Escondido. Nevermind the overnight layover in the Mexico City airport! Nevermind the fact that it's only a little more than two weeks away! Nevermind that it's a one way ticket!

I'm planning on staying until I have to come back. Define have to come back: I run out of money, I run out of health, I am summoned, or I feel like it. That could mean two weeks. It should mean two months.

Thankfully, I won't be alone. I'll give you one guess as to who's coming with me....

Wait for it....

If you guessed the prepubescent massage therapist from Chiapas...you were wrong, so very wrong, though I like the way you think. IT'S CRYSTAL! My sweet amiga is coming down with me and staying for the first week, unless I find some devious way to make her stay longer.

Nothing can replicate last year's adventures, but this time around I can look forward to getting settled in one place, supporting the congregation, and hopefully conducting progressive Bible studies. Oh right, and the beach is like...right there.

¡El viaje continúa!

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