In to Mexico

We had a flawless flight with a very friendly ticket agent upgrading us to business class, so I had lots of room for my long legs. The mission president and his wife picked us up at the Mexico City airport. From the start we felt embarrassed by the royal attention we received. Some of the Mexican members of the mission home together with the mission president’s wife had prepared a special feast in our honor, even killing a turkey. During the feast each of the local members introduced themselves and told us a little of their history in the Church. Of course it was all in Spanish, and if there was a problem with the night it was that my wife felt a little isolated.

Then we were shown our palatial house. Chrise and I were totally blown away by the size of it--four bedrooms and three baths with a very soft, king-sized bed. We were both expecting something much more austere. Of course every paradise has its bad side. There is no garbage disposal and, more importantly, no dishwasher. This was no problem for my wife—she designated me dishwasher.

A couple of nights later we prepared a dinner for a very lively pair of Mexican sister missionaries, who were going to help us get into the missionary work. One of the sisters really wanted to talk to me. She was especially interested in my story of how Chrise and I had met. Since she was going home within a couple of months, I found myself sharing my ideas of how to transition from being a missionary, bearing my testimony about the things that had worked for me. In the middle of the discussion, the sweet sister broke into tears and said that what I was saying was an answer to her prayers.

One other small problem with our paradise we live within a few miles of away from an active volcano. I attaching a  picture I took of it while I was out for walk in front of our house. The smoke you see, both in front and on the top, comes from the this volcano.