dirt roads and derelict......home

Yes,  I walked a lot again yesterday, Wednesday. I did so intentionally; asking my ride to the mission to pick me up in town rather than in front of the Hacienda.
I am glad I did, as I knew I would be.
In the end, whether enlightened or not, I just like walking :)

But I think God intentionally set up a huge discongruent picture for me~

The cruise ships arrive; I thought I'd taken a photo of them in port as well, but then I remembered I was too disgusted to do so....

just me and my shadow~on a pretty, early morning beach

a no longer useful all inclusive :P

starbucks, PV style

more starbucks~

an incoming all inclusive; all the rage here, understandably, I guess~

 

more all inclusive...

setting a serious stage for personal dismembering of all preconceived notions not just about poverty and life in third world countries, but also about my own passions and purposes.

 

side yard

bible study

spinning

lunch!

garden

the path to school...just across the ravine

the playground

lived in, but yes, under construction

home. yes, it's finished, not under construction as I naively asked...

 

the view from the village...slice of heaven?

I have said more than I thought I would this morning; feeling like there's just no way to express where I am.
And there's not.
And I don't just mean the physical location of me.
But I trust God's way.
He maps my run.
I know he's got something up his proverbial sleeve and has got one doozie of a life lesson coming my way.
I arise fearfully expectant after a comatosed 9 hours of sleep
and a weary awakening with an indistinguishable broken heart...
Where I laid down in disgusted, pathetic tears, I awake realizing I can smile still.

God is so good.
in love. trish.

PV walking....

God is having me walk. A lot. I've always walked; determinately for the past seven years. I have begun to pay close attention to the walking... and what it might mean in a bigger, more profound way than just the physical benefits of it on my body....but that's for a later posting :)

Yesterday I walked again. Physically through PV~

Through the 'compound' that is the wonderment of the lodging I've gotten to stay at~

                                                       entrance way to the enclave!

stairway to one of three studios

my cozy bed

and awesome shower!

one of many cool sculptures

the entrance way from the inside :)

view of the pool and off to the right is the outdoor kitchen~

largest, outdoor studio

another view~

most pathways are mosaic'ed by the owner :)

once of several tucked away seating areas

piggies; photoed for my patrick :)

another seating area

tropical; yes, it's tropical here :)

seating!

more mosaic path ways

and then things I passed on my way around town, and ultimately to the mega mart :) Interesting foods at WalMart will have to wait until Wednesday's tour!

perhaps I'll even take photos of the bull fighting arena on day three....

 My lodging is an inexplicably delightful oasis here in PV in which I get to indulge; just through making contact with an old contact. 

Never met, never actually talked; just emailed in past lives so long ago. But a quick remembrance of her and a short email and voila! here I am-my lodging while on this short trip. Pretty darn diggidy :)

If you are unfamiliar with Hacienda Mosaico I highly recommend you check it out.

If you teach, plan to host a workshop here. If you learn, plan to come here to indulge in a truly unique art experience. I wish I'd taken photos of my breakfast...it was amazing...I ate bacon. Whew; glad that's off my chest :)

For me, this is my landing pad, and my purpose is outside it's walls. :) So today I go out again; to walk. And to see what I find on my way to where I am going~

The promises are only actuated and realized when you do the walking~

in love. trish.

PV: airport to lodging in 2 hours....

I walked.

 and walked.
and walked.

 

To be fair, I passed beauty, as well as ashes. Not as much beauty mind you, but it was there just the same!

And I walked past the unique; truly, truly unique....

This is an entirely glass fronted building with 5 floors of kitsch...so very bizarre....

I could've taken 100 pictures for the 10 or so I did snap....

the queue of concessionaires as I exited customs and was blasted by Mexican entrepreneurship...

the man washing clothes in a metal tub outside of his (oh my goodness people live there?!)home right next to a Honda dealership....

the burned out remains of a beautiful stucco and Spanish tiled roof complex listed for sale...

the bull fighting arena...

the tourists para sailing...

the Holiday Inn resort behemoth...

I don't know how I feel about it all; I truly think I''m in shock. I knew I would have an experience, and I really don't want it to be me, this American, coming in and having some sort of broken heart for the very common, very real, even perhaps, very peaceful way in which life is lived here. I just want to be here. And do what I am called to do for the next five days. And go where it takes me. 

Discernment. Trust. Faithfulness.

I was told yesterday was a holiday here; Revolution Day, so things were quiet. God help me. My quiet is very different than this :)

So now I go walk again. 

and take pictures of the most amazing food at WalMart :) 

And get an Americano at Starbucks that is next to Subways and Chilis...

Corporate America is everywhere....

balanced, if that's even a fair word, by the squalor of poverty; nothing American even comes close....

in love. trish

stay tuned; I also take pictures of my lodging-a surprise connection from my past helping to make this mission trip possible :)