As I stepped off the plane in Mexico City my heart raced. I had know clue what I was doing so I followed the directions I received, "just go with the flow of the crowd". And so that's what I did, I was given a piece of paper to fill out and then was sent through the immigration line. They hardly asked any questions and sent me on my way. I knew at that point that I was supposed to switch airlines and so I figured the check in would be right there, that was not the case. About every five feet I went I went to a worker asking them where I should go. The ones that could speak English tried to tell me where to go but I ended up just more confused. Finally I found myself in a line that looked like it might be right and so I waited there for a good 10 minutes, pain running through my back with how heavy my backpack was. After waiting I got a sick feeling I was in the wrong place, I asked a English speaking man near by and found out, indeed I was in the wrong line. He directed me to the correct place where I embarrassingly didn't even know how to open the door. You can only imagine how flustered and upset I was, here I am in a foreign country by myself, I have no clue where to go, no clue where I am, and I can't even open the door! The man on the other side laughed and explained to me that I must slide it open, easy enough! He checked me in and then told me of a train that would lead me to the right terminal. After asking many more people finally I found that train. I was expecting the train to take me about 50 feet to the next terminal, but nope it looped us way into the city before returning us to the airport. I just prayed "Lord don't let me just get dropped off in the middle of this city, please let me be on the right train." Thank God it was and I got there just fine. But that was not the end of it. I continued to be lost and continued to have to ask every worker possible how to get to the next point, but alas after 2 hours from the time I landed I was able to find the correct place. Lets just say I'm not that travel smart. When I finally arrived in Oaxaca I couldn't have felt more relieved to see my sister Carmen and brother in law Fabian right there waiting for me. I spent my first night at Carmen and Fabians house but really didn't get any sleep. I didn't get to bed until probably after 1 and then spent the whole night tossing and turning. Ever since I found out there are tarantulas here I have been freaking out, so every noise I heard last night caused me to jump up and fear it was a tarantula. I felt like I had just fell asleep at 5:30 when I heard my brother in law wake up. I considered to continue trying to fall asleep but at 6:15 I gave up and got ready for the day.

The mission decided to put me right to work here and so after I unpacked I was told to watch the "cuna kids" which are 4 boys ages ranging from 1-5. My exhaustion totally kicked in and I found myself barely able to function. I sat there so flustered, I wanted to talk to people but the communication barrier made that pretty much impossible except for the total basics. I had no clue what I was supposed to do or how long I'd be with these kids. Was I told for a couple hours or all weekend, I wondered? Finally Carmen freed me at about 3:30 and told me to go rest. Now those of you who know me know I am naturally quite spacey, I hate to admit it but I really am. Well now add in that I can't speak the language, no one is giving me real directions as to what's going on, and I'm exhausted beyond belief! I am in over my head!

Please pray for me as I adjust, pray that I would learn the language at a divine rate and that I would be able to serve rather than be more of a hindrance. Your prayers are greatly appreciated. Please write also as any news from you all will more than thrill me! God bless. -Sama