Allison

Up until the day my mom called the Evans, I was the girl to whom nothing happened. When there was an announcement in the bulletin that Tenth was looking for people to go on a missions trip to Mexico, my sister and I begged to go—but we knew we wouldn’t. Exciting and amazing things like that wouldn’t happen to me.

But one day, I walked into the kitchen, heard my mom calling the Evans, and explaining that she and I and Madeleine were interested in going to Juarez, Mexico, during the summer. I was elated. That means very, very, very excited.

The whole planning period was exciting—the plans weren’t terribly fascinating, but we were going to Mexico and we were excited. We would be teaching an English camp at a public school for kids 3 to 12 years old.

And Mexico was worth the excitement. We drove home from Camp Sankanac Friday night, and went to bed at 12 or 1 in the morning. The next morning, we flew to El Paso, a border town in Texas, and drove just an hour or so over to Juarez. It was my first time ever out of the country and we were in Mexico. Our first impressions were that it was a large, busy, dusty city, and our first impressions were confirmed when we drove around Sunday. It was hot and dusty and discarded tires were strewn all over the ground. And that was what it was like everywhere. One day we counted 75 tires in 15 minutes on one side of the road alone.

We began teaching the English camp on Monday, and I can’t describe what the entire day was like now, but it was a ton of fun and really amazing. We made friends with the kids, even though we could hardly talk to them with our tiny bit of Spanish and their bit of English. They loved us, and we loved them. They learned some English, some songs, some stories. I had a lot of fun there, and when we went back the next year, some of them even remembered us!

God gave us an amazing opportunity and amazing week, and I can’t wait till July when I’ll be going to Chester, on another missions trip. I know he’ll do great things again.