A siesta in the most comfortable bed in town.

The sun fell into the canyon...

Sunset in the Copper Canyon, Mexico. I stood on the rim of the "biggest hole in the earth," as Kent, our pastor, explained to his 4-year old son.

Baltizar

Baltizar. Probably the gruffest, toughest man in Mexico. To the common passer-by, that is. Those thick, leathered hands mixed cement all day long, but I was able to see and experience the fluffy side of Baltizar. He was my host-dad. I like to think I broke down the Baltizarian Wall. He even cracked a smile, not once, but multiple times. In all, I probably understood about 5 complete sentences he ever said to me. Luckily, smiles are trans-national.

A house-full...

These are some of the kids that found their way in, out, and around the home I stayed in. Because it was Holy Week during my stay, there were, on a slow day, 5-10 ladies in the kitchen, 8-12 kids scrambling at our feet, and lots of uncles, nephews, sons, fathers, brothers, and one Grandfather, all in the house at once. I couldn't escape the culture if I tried...good thing I didn't want to!

The Crew

Here we are on the second (unfinished) floor of a church in San Juanito, Mexico. I spent spring break working with a team from my church, The Grove, in Mexico. God is so alive here, and it was amazing to be a part of His Kingdom-building!

Me...

newbie

So...here it goes. Here inlies the cronicles of a one Jennifer M. Reeves...ups, downs, and in-betweens of her travels, discoveries, and bubble-bursting expeditions into the "real world." And, some normal mumbo-jumbo like random tangents and favorite shades of green. Soak it up. I will be.