Disclaimer -
This blog is bound to contain a handful of spelling/gramatical errors due to the fact that I am unable to think and/or type clearly (due to the fact that I am very tired and I am without my faithful Microsoft Word spellchecker)..........again, sorry.

Well hello everyone!
This blog marks the fifth day of our epic journey to south of the USA (Mexico to specify). In addition, it also marks our final day of painting the church, La Bendita Virgen (the blessed virgin), which by the way looks amazing due to our great paint job and its ideal view of breathtaking moutians glazed with fog. The clear dividing line (on the walls) with a light blue bottom side and clean white painted celing and upper wall accent the rustic red benches (not pumpkin colored...) while nicely contrasting the old tiles which make up the entire floor of the inside of the church. In addition, the outside, covered with the same clean white paint has worked itself well into the walls of the church and compliments the columns, glazed with the vibrant light blue, and creates a truely beautiful setting topped with a red brick roof overlooking the same breathtaking mountianside. This paridise, nesteled within an impoverished neighborhood, was only finally completed with a loving service, hosted by the Bishiop himself, and a "spontaneous" fiesta which won the hearts and minds of all St. Christopher´s atendees. More on this fiesta though (as it was the highlight of the day, and is vieying for the top spot of our trip). Now, I must start from the beginning with this fiesta, as it did quickly elevate itself to a wacky party rather quickly. After the wonderful service, we were promted to an incredible meal of tacos, tostados, and a slew of other asortments which all added to a truely authentic Mexican style cuisine. After this outrageously good supper (I ate two tacos anointed with some beans and cheese) a short lull broke out as everyone tried to digest their food. However, this was truely a respite break, as Scott was soon seen strumming his guitar while singing along with the girls and a bunch of Mexican youth (about 6 - 11 years old). It must have been his music, because soon after a very large crowd gathered around and could be seen dancing, singing, and playing. Not too long after, I myself was pulled into the fray and found myself singing and dancing to an odd song/dance called "Chuchuwa". However, this could only be completed with the very corrdinated Zach suddenly moving from a standing position to one more closely related to the result of a fall (completed with the laughter of Zach himself). I cannot say for sure, but I would guess that Zach was unable to take the "pies pengüinos" and just wanted to enjoy the dirt laden ground for a little bit. Though, I do believe that everyone finished the song on a high note, as we soon became engaged with a clever game of "nests" and "birds" (where there are/were no loosers!!). This seemed to last forever as I tried (unsucessfully 1/2 of the time) to wedge my "grande" body inbetween to innocent bystanders - the point of the game, more or less. However, the day was growing old, so all St.Christopher´s personel had to, sorrowfully, clamber onto the bus which took us back to the Diociasin center. Though, I (along with Zach, Clement, and Max) were able to become the main attraction as we posed in pictures with the local women (they badly wanted all of us, but we told them we had to go). To end the day, we were caught singing oldies as a few lost cows stagged into the road (possibly a sign that we couldnt forget our homeland, Wisconsin...). Well, that is all - I shall leave another day to another blogger to type about anther adventure in Mexico.

-Malcolm