People would tell you that a missions trip to Mexico is interesting. They might tell you it's a really cool thing for you to do and that it's really awesome that someone enjoys doing that. The only thing is that they don't understand at all. They glance at my photos and they say "cool" and maybe ask a question but they get bored five minutes later. The strangest thing is that there's no way for me to explain it anyway. If someone were to ask me "what is it that you experienced down there?" I couldn't really say. I could try to sum it up in a few vague words like "love" or even "dirt" or "simple joys", but they would neither know more from that or understand what I meant without a much longer explanation or doing the trip themselves.
Honestly, I'd say there are a few things that mean more than others on the trip. The first is seeing the people's faces. The students on the trip who have never been there gaze out the windows of our bus seeing what they expected to see but yet something completely different. In just four days you become a completely different person. And the faces of the families we work for touches me at an even deeper level. How is it that these people are so happy? How is it that they have so much love and joy for us when we have so much and they have so little? When one photograph means as much to them as having a bed to sleep on or something to eat for lunch I can't help but wonder why I need so much in my life.