The cathedral in Ahaucatlan (pronounced like "I watered the lawn"). This is the town we stayed in, and we were able to enjoy this view every morning and evening.

L and I before getting on the bus one morning. We stayed about 20 minutes away from the two villages we set up clinic in, as neither of them was large enough to sport accommodations. As it was, we took the entire hotel we stayed in, with some people actually sleeping on the balcony on air mattresses. L and I shared the tiny room below with another married couple, and we shared a bathroom down the hall (and all the cold water you could desire) with 20 or so others.

A doctor and one of his patients. He is on his knees on the floor- she is standing. At 5'8", I felt like Slush the Lumbering Giant...

Our pharmacy in the village of Amixtlan, where we spent the first two days of clinic. When we got there, we had no furniture. We were meeting in a partially built (and apparently forgotten) church, so my enterprising mate foraged for blocks and boards and made a pretty nice shelving system, considering.
Two women waiting for their medications.

The construction part of our team built a meeting house for about 40 Christians, who had been meeting in that ramshackle house to the left, which is the home of a paralyzed man and his family. The building was done by the end of the week and we joined them for the first worship service in it, but it was dark and I didn't get any pics of the finished product.

After we got down to the church you saw above (the yellow building on the left), these kids were playing with hot air balloons. They used sterno cans to fill them with air and then they went up, up, and

away!!!

I could bring them all home with me...

This is Wilber the bathroom pig (who was actually more of a Charlotte, if you get my meaning...). By the end of the week, you were likely to hear the phrase, "I'm going to see a man about a pig..."

This is the bathroom at our second clinic. If you were to be squatting (there's no seat, so it's definitely a squatting kind of place), you could see Wilber through the cracks around your blue privacy curtain. And you could see him without your glasses, because the gate to his pen is only about 2 feet from your doorway. Between Wilber and the 6 foot hole beneath your toilet, it's a very fragrant place to be. I think Wilber was lonely, as he started to grunt and speak as soon as we would come around.