We're back....

I can't say anything about the trip to Reynosa yet. My reasoning, emotions, and thoughts are all a jumble still. I wish I could say something profound and useful but I feel like a child blubbering. There's nothing to say, no words I can wrap around my experience yet, it's too fresh. I'll share a few photos but they can't begin to tell the story.

neighborhood children. The kids look after themselves, running around day and night in little groups with an older sibling looking after 3 or 4 younger relatives.

A nice house according to the local standards.

While the pictures and my commentary seem depressing and dark it's really not a bad place to live. When I crossed the boarder and saw where I'd be living for the next 8 days I cried. But in 20 minutes, I adjusted, put on my big girl panties and dealt with it. By the end of the week I thought, "hey this isn't such a bad place to live". It's not my choice for retirement mind you, but if I had to live here I could and I could do it joyfully. So maybe it's true: joy, happiness, and attitude aren't reflections of circumstances but rather the condition of the heart. It gives me hope because the heart is easier to control than life.