I wish I had something exciting to write about and share with all of you who, hopefully, are reading this blog. Every day is pretty much the same. Sunday we went to church at Bugambilias, which is the same place I have stayed at the past two times we came. I felt very comfortable there and it brought back a lot of memories. I got to see some old friends and familiar faces which was nice. I went to the Sunday school class all in Spanish and the service was in Spanish too, I was able to follow along and understand alot. Then went to downtown Guadalajara…I had already been there before, so it wasnt anything new or amazing but i was able to point out some of the cool things I had seen to the three man team, who are working at Camichines, who came to the city with us. The best thing was that it was just the four of us and we were not rushed for time so it was very relaxing. Only in Mexico would a man be selling puppies out on the street! I got to buy some things at the market, which was a cool experience that I have always loved when coming here. On a deeper, and perhaps more interesting note, I have been really struggling with the decision to come back and serve longer at Camichines. I love it here so much…but sometimes I think I am not made for this life here. It is very different from anything I have ever experience…and to stay here for more than two weeks? I am used to a queen size bed, my own bathroom, the foods I like at my disposal, Clorox wipes….at other times I think maybe I just wouldn’t fit in here. I know this may not seem like a big deal, but to me, who really cares about people’s opinions, probably when I shouldn’t …just thinks maybe everyone thinks I’m too picky, or shower too much, or cause I wear mascara and just once straitened my hair….that I am not cut out for this. Or maybe its all in my head? Am I searching for confirmation from others, when I should be seeking it from God? I feel like I would have to be someone I’m not, when I just want to be me, but in a different place. Make sense? I am not sure but I am confused and sometimes just sad…..maybe its homesickness? Please pray for me. School with the kids is great! I got to hold these puppies that were seriously about 6 inches long and the cutest things ever. I really think God wants me to bring back a puppy…I mean it seems every day there are just puppies all around. Just tonight this adorable puppy walked into our yard and I held it for about 10 minutes…until sadly we had to return the puppy to its owner. I spent a long time today organizing there enormous, and very messy, book shelves and organizing more craft stuff…I must say it looks pretty great! One of the things I am determined to accomplish is to fix up the other house where we do school in. Its a mess and my goal is to turn into a really great, functional school room. Also, to make it easier for a person to come in and pick right up teach the kids without any problems. Last night we went for a walk just before it got dark and took pictures of everything. It is so beautiful and quaint here. A lot of people have horses and they ride them around town. People have donkeys too and chickens and everyone has dogs. Would you believe that in this town the school only goes up to 9th grade. The majority of the older classes are done by watching satellite or something. Kids here only go to school until about 12 or 1 o clock and probably actually do school work for only 2 hours. There is no differentiation at all for those with special needs either. I taught the kids lots of songs and they always make me sing them with them. They really like the Baby Bumble bee song….every morning Pati who is 2 year old has me read the itsy bitsy spider to her.