Photo courtesy of Andrew and his Grandes B boys. An example of the type of costumes featured. There was a huge range. I was still camera-less and so unable to take photos of my own.
Saturday, my section roamed the house looking for fruit. We attacked a lot of trees. First, we challenged some mango trees in a grove we accessed by climbing through a few fences (clumsy me had the cuts to prove it), a few of my girls climbed some more trees for an odd looking fruit that I don't know the name of, and quite a few more girls used a shed in order to access chiquitos (at least that's what they called them) also found in ginormous trees. This was a highly entertaining enterprise. The girls used any and everything to throw into the trees to knock fruit free and most of the fruit was far from ripe. They don't care. The mangos especially are considered a real treat no matter what the state of ripeness. The shed was a special obstacle and I ended up lifting several girls down off the roof as downward was apparently much harder than climbing up.
That afternoon, Mexico was playing Paraguay in soccer so the afternoon activity was watching the game on a big screen television set up outside the library. We cleaned the comedor after cena that night, did a little swimming, and the day was over. Sunday began with the usual aseos (aka, lice killing). We were suppose to go into town again for mass, but thankfully for some reason mass wasn't being held in the pueblo, so instead we had a literal five minute prayer service in the chapel. I think we said an Our Father, Glory Be, Hail Mary, and left. Fastest prayer service of my life. :-D
The afternoon was filled with water activities (thank goodness, it's so hot here all the time now and we haven't even hit the hottest month of the year). This degenerated to soaking the small soccer field in front of the girls' dormitory and the kids holding a massive mud fight. The other major event of the day was the arrival of Wesleigh's parents. She had spent the weekend with them and they all arrived at the house early in the afternoon. They were the first parents to visit during our time here and it was both really nice and really strange to have parents around. At one point, I heard Wesleigh say "Mommy" and I almost started crying I was so jealous. But anyway, they had very kindly brought a few things for the rest of us and we watched the movie Tangled together that night. A very sweet and heartwarming end to the weekend!
