This is just one end of a block long market where vendors are selling flowers for November 1st, a holiday known as Day of the Dead. The people do pretty much the same as we do in the states except they carry it a little farther. They not only decorate the graves of departed loved ones, they go to the cemetery and have picnics and spend the whole day there. It is also the day of the national kite festival.
Can you believe it has been a month since I have posted to my blog and I thought it had only been a few days. October and November are beginning to shape up a lot like this past summer, with one team after another.
The last team that was here, one from Wilmington, N. C., built 15 houses in a village about an hour and a half drive from the mission house. Sometimes I wonder how these people ever found these places to build a village. I went to the village to help with the food distribution, always an humbling experience. Can you imagine lining up outside a little church with 150 other families with a little ticket in your hand that entitles you to go through a line to receive a small bag of rice, sugar, salt, pasta, oatmeal, and a few other things? I can't. But they do it and are grateful for everything they get. I am grateful God has allowed me to be a small part of this.
As I write this, it is about 4:00 on Halloween day and it really looks spooky outside with dark clouds, lightning, and thunder. I expect Freddy or Jason or some other creepy crawler to appear any minute.
I decided to go to town today, and should have known better. The day before a holiday is always chaos traffic wise. The traffic cops try hard to direct traffic, but even they give up eventually and just let the people fight it out amongst themselves.
Maybe it won't be a month between posts this time...and maybe it will with three teams coming in November.
