If you're willing to spend an hour in a truck, driving to the top of a mountain,
on a steep dirt road covered in rocks and filled with holes,
you'll come to the small village of Garbanzo - home to 25 or 30 families.
For the poorest of the families, the average home looks like this:
As recently as just two years ago the government of Mexico ran power lines to the village of Garbanzo, although most homes are still without power.
And they have no running water.
For those few lucky enough to have land, they farm.
They raise corn for tortillas and goats for meat and milk.
For another lucky few, they obtain visas to work in the United States.
And for those who remain, they do what they can to eek out an existence.
Ten years ago Baby Sister and I visited Garbanzo for the first time.
We were there to build an elementary school.
Just a few weeks ago Jason and I returned to Garbanzo, this time to attend a wedding.
(The school...ten years later.)
(Easy on the comments ladies. If one more person mentions how big I am - and I'm not talking about my belly - I may refuse to post another picture as long as I'm pregnant. I'm just sayin'.)
The people in these village look for any chance to do something other than their daily routine.
This wedding gave them that chance.
People dressed in their finest clothes - and came from villages as far as two hours away.
The young men come on their horses, looking for a pretty young girl who could possibly be their wife.
The family of the groom killed six pigs to have enough food to feed everyone.
Jason and I were grateful we didn't see how they cooked the meat until after we had eaten it.
The groom is from Garbanzo, and the bride is from the 'big city' - an hour away.
She left the comforts of her parent's home: electricity, running water, indoor plumbing, the convenience of grocery stores, etc. to move to Garbanzo.
My friend Ana and I hope she will be happy. It's a big adjustment she will have to make.
This is the 'church' where they got married.
The groom spent a few years working in the United States and was able to build a home for his new bride.
The home has two rooms: a bedroom and a living room/kitchen area.
Theirs is the only home in Garbanzo with a bathroom.
(The white building to the left is the bathroom.)
We left the party just as it was really getting started.
The groom's friends in the United States went in together and hired a mariachi band for the evening.
The music was loud - the people were drunk - and it seemed that a good time was going to be had by everyone.
It did my heart good to spend the day in Garbanzo.
Maybe it was because Jason finally saw that part of my life.
And somehow, spending those 10 days in Mexico helped me to be at peace about putting that part of my life away for a little while.
I'll go back someday, and I'll be involved again in doing humanitarian work...
But in a few months from now I'll have a different focus - and it's exactly as it should be.