Sunday we sought ought the church. We had to take a taxi to church and arrived at our beautiful building in the middle of trash trodden streets and little huts for homes. I was shocked. The church had a gate around it and it was open outdoor mall style.
The homes around the church - and everywhere else in Puerto Vallarta and surrounding towns was shocking. These people live in poverty like I haven't seen before. You could probably fit 45 typical mexican homes on my property alone. The windows are cut out without any glass and you can see into there homes. They are one or two room cement shacks with cement floors. Chickens are running round thier cages and laundry is hung from lines.
There are no garbage cans - they just pile thier garbage bags into the streets. The trash man comes to pick it up every day to keep the rat population down. WOW! I always hear how good we have it in the states, but it is different actually seeing it.
So hear we are at the church right in the middle of a typical mexican neighborhood which I have just described.
We stayed for all three meetings, and of course we couldn't understand one thing. The Spirit is universal, and as one lady was bearing her testimony and getting teary, the spirit was there. It was awesome to behold. It was also so wonderful to sing such familiar hymns in another language. What a great experience this was.
The homes around the church - and everywhere else in Puerto Vallarta and surrounding towns was shocking. These people live in poverty like I haven't seen before. You could probably fit 45 typical mexican homes on my property alone. The windows are cut out without any glass and you can see into there homes. They are one or two room cement shacks with cement floors. Chickens are running round thier cages and laundry is hung from lines.
There are no garbage cans - they just pile thier garbage bags into the streets. The trash man comes to pick it up every day to keep the rat population down. WOW! I always hear how good we have it in the states, but it is different actually seeing it.
So hear we are at the church right in the middle of a typical mexican neighborhood which I have just described.
We stayed for all three meetings, and of course we couldn't understand one thing. The Spirit is universal, and as one lady was bearing her testimony and getting teary, the spirit was there. It was awesome to behold. It was also so wonderful to sing such familiar hymns in another language. What a great experience this was.
This sweet little old lady named Judith came to talk to us. She is from Murray, Utah and her and her husband retired there 13 years ago. They spend about 4-6 months a year in Puerto Vallarta. She showed us around, translated some and introduced us to her friends. She also invited us home for dinner.
We took the bus to her home. The bus rides are awesome there. The streets are cobblestone with potholes everywhere, so you can imagine our rides to and from anywhere. There are no lanes so they really just do whatever. The buses drive FAST and literally no further apart then 6 inches. It is quite scary. She taught us the bus system, which saved us ALOT of money for the remainder for our trip. A typical cab is about $5 and the bus cost is .60.
Peter and Judith live near the ocean and marina. It was interesting to note they have crocadiles in there bay. I was really hoping to spot one. Apparently crocadiles frequent the water in the golf courses too. There are signs posted. SCARY. I guess your ball is offically lost when you land it in one of those water traps.
Peter and Judith. They were so sweet to teach us the ropes and welcome us into there home. What a good family.
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