Last few days in General Cepeda

Our time is quickly coming to an end for this trip to Gral. Cepeda and I find my spirits dragging lower in seeming unison to every passing day. Not to say our time here isn’t still blessed or filled with wonderful occurances, but although I look forward to going home, I find a hole in my heart at the thought of leaving so soon. Tomorrow evening we leave for Saltillo, as we have to spend the night there in order to be at the airport by the recommended 2 hours in advance, which happens to put us there at the pleasant hour of 5am. We will be back in Houston before 9am and probably back to Louisiana in the early afternoon. It all seems so routine at that point. No more waking up early to listen for the door; No more wandering around town trying to buy a padlock when I really wanted a candle; No more translating country music into Spanish while watching the sunset with the Garza’s extended family. At the moment, I try not to dwell in my sadness (which unfortunately is compounded by the fact that I am a bit unwell at present) but look forward to our home visits for the next two days, and the prayer meetings we will go to. We still have a couple of potential adventures ahead of us as well! We still have bills to pay, shoes to deliver, and another family dinner to crash at the Garza’s! It makes me laugh to think of the excitement these things hold for me now, when back home these type of things were such bores to me. Now they are adventures in life, made so by language and cultural barriers! How exciting!