Who let the dogs out?!?

We slept. Marina was there (the housekeeper) and had prepared a ham and egg omelet with fresh tortillas, salsa, quesillo and black beans. Of course cafe (coffee). After breakfast we prepared for the day and set out with the family to the church. We went and caught the end of the VBS. Many were there helping including Jose, Miguel, Lulu. We caught up a little bit and I was able to meet Jose's little brother Angel and little sister Carmen as well as his mom who was recently baptized. It is incredible to think that two years ago I met Jose at a study in a coffee shop with the other college age group and now not only is he a Christian but a strong leader in the church, and he has brought his mother to a whole new life in Christ.

Lunch Pollos del Oeste (Chickens from the West). Of course I had the beef milanesa which is a very thin cut that has been breaded and fried; it was delicious being accompanied by a large glass of lemon-made lemonade. Once we finished dining we loaded the van and made our way to the zocalo. Emily had her iPhone so she played some music through the van speakers. Coco is driving of course, Latisha co pilot and the rest of us Kimb, me, Emily, Emi, Aaron, Jose and Migue are a conglomerate in the back. The first song that comes on is "God is not a white man", a most appropriate song to have in mind when considering theology and Christianity in a non-anglo society. So we are enjoying, singing along and considering all things G-d and good, basking in the final notes when were blindsided by American teen culture as "Who let the dogs out!" begins to consume our world. It begins with Coco doing some seat bounce dancing with an overhand shuffle (think hand jive on fast forward). The rest of course is pandemonium. The finale involved Coco parallel parking while tapping the breaks along to the beat; it easily took 2.5 minutes to come to a stopping point. Driving in Mexico is always an adventure.

We made our way to the zocalo, just strolling and listening to Emily's Shakira imitation and being taught how to Bernie by the same Emily. Making our way through the crowding vendors we stopped at Black Coffee for some, well, black coffee. I ordered a particularly succulent blend called 'Black Twister' it was a Brazilian bean with a touch of chocolate and whipped cream, cold. The best part however was the grains of coffee that were suspended throughout the brew and finishing with a chocolate covered bean. It was most excellent treat.

We returned to the church with more songs and of course more dancing. Every night this week there is a meeting, each time at a different church. Tonight was at our church. There is a women's class before each meeting, so we hung out with the youth group. We did some icebreaker name games and the human knot, then talked about different things we could do together this week. The theme for the adult meetings is Attacks on the Family so we sang together and listened to the lesson. Afterward we talked with many of the folks from our congregation that we hadn't seen yet and made plans to meet up with them later in our trip. It is so good to be surrounded by those we have come to love in past years, especially those who were new Christians and to see them faithful still and growing even in difficulties. This is a blessing.

We dropped Emily off at her residence and made our way home, but Kimb couldn't stand to pass the tlayuda lady so Coco pulled over and we all had a late night snack; it was truly supreme; back in the fall I had a dream about flying tlayudas (a very large tortilla that is more durable usually filled like a quesadilla with various ingredients). This was a long desire fulfilled.

We slept and dreamed of internalized tlayudas.