This last week has been quite an expirience. Much of the time with in the last year, I feel like my life is a book that I am reading. I turn the page to find a new chapter entitled Aroyal Palenque. As team JOY approached the small village in the mountains of southern Mexico, their anticipation grew. Life was certainly about to change. First they got a glimpse of the beautiful river with clear water flowing gracefully over the rocks at the end of the village. This would be their bathing hole for the next two weeks. 
Next we set foot in our new home, a small little ¨farm¨ with an abundance of chickens, turkeys, ducks, dogs, and one cat roaming around the small piece of land. Marcos, the paster we were teaming up with, met us along with his lovely wife and three children. We also net his mother, two sisters and brother, all who live on this small farm.
We were shown to our room in the cement building house. Praise the Lord we have a cement floor and a roof over our heads and we also have electricity! We still set up our tents for bug control. Marcos is one of the few people in the village who have electricty since his house is right next to the main road.
We have enjoyed quite a few adventures this week including teaching the kids how to play UNO, taking our first ¨bath¨ in the river which is actually quite refreshing, I lead worship for the church playing the keyboard and singing (never thought I would be doing that), I also learned how to make home made tortillas,
as well as trying to learning two languages at once. I spose I forgot to mention that the village people don´t speak Spanish, oh, no no, they speak Ch´ule. This is one of the dialects found with in the southern mountain peoples. Marcos speaks spanish and interprets for us. So either Jes or I translate in to spanish and Marcos then translates into Ch´ule. 
It is amazing to me how much we are able to communicate with the children even with the triple language barrier. Love, Jesus, I believe is a universal language.
as well as trying to learning two languages at once. I spose I forgot to mention that the village people don´t speak Spanish, oh, no no, they speak Ch´ule. This is one of the dialects found with in the southern mountain peoples. Marcos speaks spanish and interprets for us. So either Jes or I translate in to spanish and Marcos then translates into Ch´ule. It is amazing to me how much we are able to communicate with the children even with the triple language barrier. Love, Jesus, I believe is a universal language. 
