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UNPACKING to no more than fifteen minutes away, others near the springs, and maybe the odd ghost town at the foothills of the Sierra Madre Oriental.

And I saw how those suitcases began to soak up rain, and how missionaries were beginning to feel the cold coming down from the hills. There was a short church where everyone attended, and exit, there was a complete mess but also a widespread relief. The village people began to make presence in the town square, and it was they who taking us to the places assigned for the mission. After cursing the weather (an apocalyptic sky, an annoying rain, a cold wind), then half of my fraternity of missionaries and had gone on aknows that there are ulterior motives behind actions sprinkled with intrigue. When I passed the truck carrying Paco (one of the missionaries from my fraternity) and me, turned to which outsiders see us come from another world. One of them carried a rosary and to cover her face due to dust raised by the vehicle Mayuga hinted at a face for the time and wrinkles. But for the time and perhaps because of the cold. And I wore the black jacket with the logo of the Instituto Cultural Tampico
and even my hands were a bit red and my face was burning after shaving which adolescents first.

There was a long silence, where I did nothing but think of the weather so damn. Y miraba alwe take action, and sharing things with organizing and human sense, trying to make people feel that Day Three. I have not had to open any stores that buy in Monterrey. In my right mind I had never seen such an outpouring of kindness, of giving up what little you have. This morning, a woman who lived in a humble adobe house with two children and a husband, came to invite us to breakfast, eggs, beans and tortillas. Lived far away in the foothills of one of the hills. And when we heard her tell her husband, "You got our blessings." Day Four. I'm in the midst of a pilgrimage to the Virgin of Guadalupe, surrounded by the geneemprano was a celebration, where each said a few words of farewell to the common people, and some others, like not wanting, shed some tears. All this horror and this discomfort which meant going to the boards of CAREmisiones completely vanished. Never in my life imagined experiencing something similar, while finding peace in my life and peace in the lives of others. It is unimaginable the goodness of people away from large cities, especially when it comes to a group of missionaries who come to spread a message of love, peace and hope for a more just, and closer to the invisible spirit can move mountains.

Bombadehormigas.