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After 2 weeks of travel we were standing at our front door exhausted and locked out. We had gotten up at 4:45am that morning in order to make it to the airport on time. At the end of our trip, with the taxi driver was driving away, we realized that we didn't have our house keys. Nahum, who had been house-sitting for us, wasn't there.

locked out of our house
me waiting in front of our house

Annette offered to go over to the Casasola's house - just a block and a half away - and get a copy of our keys that they have. As she turned the corner at the end of our little block, Carmela and Daniela's heads popped out of the "snacks and smoothies" store they own. They are friends who have recently begun to come to church. They knew we'd been away, so when Annette walked by they realized we'd returned.

I waved and they walked down to great me… leaving their store unattended. We did the traditional Mexican air-kiss thing and then I told them that we were locked out. Daniela said she thought Benja, our animation artist, was at the basketball court the end of the street. She said, "Doesn't he have keys to your house?" She was right. I looked down to that end of the street and there was Benja and 4 other youth group kids filming something as part of a youth group activity. I called out to him and he and the others turned waving enthusiastically and welcoming me home. Sure enough Benja pulled a copy of our house keys out of his pocket.


click the photo to see a satellite image of our neighborhood (our white car is even visible)

I was pulling the suitcases into the house when Annette arrived with the set of keys she'd gotten from the Casasolas. She'd taken a bit longer than the block and half trip would normally take so I asked her what took so long.

"Well, you know how Alfredo and Ruth are, you can't just say 'hola, give me the keys' and then leave. So we chatted a while. They sent their greetings to you."

I was telling her how I got in the house when Emanuel walked by on his way to the filming at the end of the street. He hugged us and welcomed us home. Carmela, the "snacks and smoothies" lady, dropped by again to invite us to her place for pozole (a traditional and delicious hominy corn soup).

fruits, vegetables, flowers and pork rinds store down the street
our local Fruit & Vegetable stand at night
(they also sell flowers and pork rinds)

After we semi-unpacked, we headed over to Carmela's little 10'x10' restaurant where we ended up sharing the only table in the place with Carmela's whole family and 3 of the youth group kids. I looked out the door of her place able to see the "corner store", the bakery, the fruit and vegetable place, the two butcher shops, the ice cream store, the park and our barbershop. It was good to be home.

tim gulick - happy to be home
Tim

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