Dang, my kids are troopers. Days like yesterday remind me how God's grace is poured out on our family . . . we spent about four hours (four hours!) on public transportation, and these little guys just took it in stride.
And our day celebrating with Paco's church was lovely . . . there were about ten million unexpected elements to our day (which, of course, is totally expected), but we are getting better and better about going with the flow.
While we waited for the celebratory anniversary to begin, Joshua took the kids to the mile-long playground that the city recently installed under these giant, buzzing power lines (it was available land, I guess . . . ), and I helped the ladies in the kitchen shred 10 pounds of chicken breasts and two pig heads for the pozole*. They laughed at all the silly questions I asked about the ingredients and the preparation process. I think that sometimes it's good to be laughed at . . . it breaks down barriers, don't you think?
*pozole - one of Mexico City's favorite party foods: hominy in broth - piled high with shredded pork and chicken, lettuce, radishes and onion, with lime, salsa and oregano on the side.