Wrapping things up...

Sunday, Ryan, Holly, and I walked to church together, at least to the park where we meet. Everyone teased me and called me “enamorada,” (in love) because I forgot the Bible study Thursday. (Really, though, they didn’t bother me…because they were right.) How wonderful it was to get to worship the Lord beside Ryan again!

After church, Ryan and I went to the famous (or infamous, if you want…I do) Mummy Museum. They aren’t mummies like you imagine, all wrapped up, but merely really well preserved bodies, apparently because of some “preserving nutrients” that the water here used to contain. It was somewhat disturbing, to see the bodies with their clothes and hair still intact, but a good reminder of how short is, and a good time to reflect on what we’re living for. (Praise the Lord He’s given me the assurance of heaven after this!)

Then we ate lunch at Truco 7, a popular restaurant, known for good food at a good price, down town. We enjoyed enchiladas verdes con pollo y cheso. Hmmmhhm! Back at my house, I did some homework, unfortunately, but it was the most fun I’ve ever had doing homework, due to Ryan’s help. (Thanks, Ry.) And that night, we cuddled up to a movie together.

Monday and Tuesday, Ryan joined me in most of my classes. He fit right in, being a former Spanish and Mexican culture/history student himself. One time, he and I even teamed up in a class activity. Monday afternoon we met with Pepe to study the Word some, which was fun, especially since the guys seemed to “click” right off. Later I introduced Ry to Rachel and Catherine (who I had told Ry might go well with one of our friends at home…haha.) After chatting for a while, Ryan asked how he could be praying for the girls and before we knew it, we were all praying together. It was a sweet, sweet time for which I praise the Lord. Later, we ate a light dinner at on outdoor café and after our soups (Ryan’s Sopa Azteca and my Consumé), we split a Café Kalua, which Ryan calls, “Dangerously good.” (Funny thing, Ryan doesn’t know how dangerously good that he is!)

Tuesday when Ryan left I had to send him on a taxi because no one was available to drive us to the airport. It was so very sad. In fact, the next day was my hardest day here in Mexico. But after talking with my grandmother, Ms. Margaret, she told be to praise God for the good times we’d had because I won’t be depressed while praising Jesus. So I did, and I definitely felt much better, realizing how much I don’t deserve Ryan anyway! Thanks, Father God, for such a wonderful guy!