(pictures will be added later - when blogger lets me add them. sorry. - Kelly)
The morning was normal like any other day with a shining sun and a warm breakfast of delicious grits, hardy hard boiled eggs, greasy sausages, and some rockin’ bread slices. Of course there were cereal, bagels, milk and yummy things, and more yummy things.
After a grand serving of breakfast, the youth and adults voyaged for an hour and twenty minutes, observing many incredible scenes, such as mountains, deserts, and casinos. It was amazing how different the landscapes were in Pennsylvania and the ones in New Mexico. By the time we arrived in Penasco, many of the adolescence were most likely awaking from a short nap by the sudden difference from paved road to dirt.
There were many hugs and exchanges of addresses and phone numbers between the children that came to the VBS and the youth that helped out, since today would be the very last day we would work there. Unfortunately two of the children weren’t present, but two new kids did join in. They painted beautiful sun catchers and scratched out fishes from the special fish shaped scratch art.
We then left after saying many goodbyes to all the children, probably tiring the poor children out with our yells of “Bye (fill in the blank with child’s name).” David and Lisa finally led us out and we went to go see the earthship their son owned. But because the house was at the top of a very steep mountain, the vans were not seen as suitable vehicles for a hard hike up. So, to solve the problem, most of the youth except for a few girls and Dale, climbed into the very safe, and certainly not dangerous, back of David’s truck.
We arrived, surprised that the house was actually pretty spacious, and had most of the things that would be found in a normal house, except for the rechargeable batteries stored in the back closet. The one thing that was strange was the fact that they had a compost toilet. Other than that fact, they had running water that poured out of faucets like any other house and the most dream-like kitchen that any home-chef could wish for, with wonderful, large, folding pantries with tons of room for food. Also, the closet they had, had a pull out rod that you could lower to get easier access to the clothing that may be hanging a bit too high for a normal height person’s arm. Everything in this house was made for conserving space and being eco-friendly. They even had a lizard door knocker that looked almost just like a lizard, except it was green and was made out of metal.
The son who lived in this house happened to be the author of the book, Sex Drugs and Sunday School, which is a collection of poems that he wrote during his life. Also he plays in the band Ready Aim Fire. He even had a very good book collection in his book case that we marveled after.
We all jumped back into the back of the truck finally after we thoroughly finished inspecting the earthship and it’s every crevice. The ride back was way too short and it was time to get back into the vans for a very long ride back to Santa Fe.
When we got to Santa Fe, the youth were allowed free time to do just about anything they wanted. Go down to the plaza, take a hike, fly a kite, go hug a tree, take a nap, and a variety of other activities. Many of the youth went down to the plaza to do some last minute shopping for the people back home. There was a line of vendors along the side selling things like beautiful jewelry, precious clay figurines, paintings, and many other cool things.
We all met and the people at the plaza walked down to a restaurant, Tomistas, where they had some, well, Mexican food. People ate things from enchiladas, burritos, tacos, chalupas, and thankfully for some of the non-mexican food fans, fried shrimp and ground beef steak. From what was said, it was generally great food, sometimes the best eaten so far on our week’s journey. Shouldn’t forget the sopaipillas with the honey butter too.
With full, and hopefully content stomachs, the group headed back towards the plaza but instead stopped at a Catholic church that had a beautiful stone labyrinth. As the youth and their youth leaders followed the path, we thought about things like where we saw God, when did we see hope or grace, and what we would take from this experience. Then after a serious discussion in the grass, underneath the shade, the youth group headed back for their apartments, but stopped for some more gelatos along the way, enjoying the sweet taste.
The day ended nicely with our final and last devotion of the week, in which we learned many things, and discussed the week. The night fell peacefully, and the day had gone by nicely, except for the short hail storm the adults faced in Taos and the rain the youth had to endure in the plaza. But over all, a good day will be a good day in the end.