La Puesta del Sol
The Sonoran sun in its Aztecan semblance stinks. Something I'll never forget here is the sun. In part, because the sun won't let me forget it. But I will always remember how the sun comes up, stays in the air for the day mocking my gringo white skin, and sets behind the desert mountains. We're almost back to the days that seem like a dream for me. No one but the missionaries are out during the day. Even the street dogs don’t follow our steps. They stay under the shade of a parked car, in attempts to sleep, and give us passing glances of "Que tontos". I thank my great grandma and her time that she lived in Mexico so I would be able to accustom myself faster. But apart from the sun, we've been doing what we can these past few weeks. We've met a lot of different people and I've gotten to explain the differences between Hermosillo and Obregon and their corresponding baseball teams. Its been a fun way to talk with members and friends in teaching about...