My friend, Amber, and I have been trying to plan a trip to Ixtlan for a few years now. Amber, for reasons associated with her position as HarvestCall Missionary Care Coordinator, and for me... it's home (refer to the first four years of this blog). Let's just say very minimal finagling was required on behalf of Amber to convince me to join her as not only friend, but translator and tour guide! She offered a few dates that worked in her schedule, and looking at mine there was only one that didn't conflict with hospital responsibilities and coincided with a time Jake was away for training. We grabbed last minute tickets and left Chicago at 3am (no I would never recommend that to anyone!)
On arrival to GDL, we picked up our rental car and decided to drive into the city first before heading to Ixtlan. I found the mental maps that I had formed over a decade ago had faded, chipped, and cracked to non recognizable sometime in the past decade. But when you've got the time, driving circles can just be the whole adventure. I did manage to take Amber to my favorite panaderia (bakery), and to our sad surprise it didn't open until 12:30!Elsa invited me into her classroom at the primaria (primary school), to talk to the kids about Togo.
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