Peru is actually on the roof, looking into the little holes in the upper back wall of one of our painting rooms.

My host home, the outside veiw as we were leaving.

I find that decorating barf bags really calms one's nerves when flying. It worked for me, it could work for you too!

This is the view from the airplane just before we broke into the clouds. It was incredibly beautiful.

Anica Parrish, a member of my team, sleeping on the plane. Whatta cutie.

Tyler and I on the bus ride home, just being silly.

It's a little hard to read, but the mountain says "La Biblia as la Verdad" Which means "The Bible is the Truth." Incredible.

Just across the border, right inside of Mexcio, a veiw from the bus. Cool building.

Papa Chino, my team leader, rockin the aviators.

100 Mexican Pesos. Their money is really pretty. Thats worth about 10 US dollars.

Traditional Indian dress, a woman and her daughter. The dresses are stunning, but their lifestyle is shocking. They beg, all of the time, to make money. They refuse to get jobs. It's an interesting story. Read about it.

My first real Mexican Experience: Quesadilla Stands. It was tasty.

One of the many, many stands.

Chiquita Indiana.

A closer shot of the little girl.

Courtney and I. I love this girl so much.

Worship time. It was incredible.

The room Anica and I shared. Bare concrete walls, ceilings and floors, broken windows, and a beauitful family inside.

El Paso at night, from the point of veiw of Embassy Suites, 8th story. Beautiful. This doesn't even begin to capture it.

Me and my host mom, Gloria. It was her house that we stayed in.

The little boy that lived in our house, Gloria's grandson. His name is Angelito (Angel), he's absolutely adorable.

Angelito again. Look at those eyes. Just precious.

Everyday to get to work Memo, Lindsay, Anica and I had to ride the city bus, which was 45 pesos. Almost every single one we rode had one or more bullet holes in the window, like this one.

Our team, of 10 people, moved all of that dirt out into the clearing (upper left hand corner) mixed it with cement and water and made the area from the yellow wall the wheelbarrow on the left paved. It was incredibly hard, but actually a blast. From left to right the three boys are Kevin (Peru) Ellstrand, Spencer Rogers, and Adrian Beriese, which I probably just spelled wrong.

Some of my closest guy friends, from left to right, Spencer, Chris, Josh, Tyler, Logan, and Aaron.

Me and Spencer. We are tooo cute.

Josh Gentz. He's the man.

Our other leader Lindsay Lewis, working on one of the three rooms our team painted. All white. If I never see another white paint bucket it will be too soon.

I'm pretty sure Baker took this picture. I look angry, but I'm really not.

Heidi, my suite mom and cell group leader. Gotta love her.

Me and my bff...he is amazing. I love the kid to death.

We're silly.

My rocking the bandana along with the sombrero.

Baker. Whatta guy. One of my team members as well as one of the founders of the "Single and Sassy Club" Of which I am also a proud devotee.

Am I the only one who thinks the emo kid in a sombrero is hilarious? I love Baker.

The view from the front of the church we built, across the street.

Everyone loves sombreros.

Starting from me on the bottom, moving left, is Adrian, Spencer, Anica, and then Kevin. We were tight.

Translates to "Pedro Street" Hilarious.

One of the very nice houses in Chihuahua, which we passed on the bus. Beautiful, isn't it?

I think this is a neighborhood, subdivision type thing, pretty high class, with more money than most people in Chihuahua.

Beinvenidos means Welcome. What a nice sign.

A park in the outskirts of the city. I love the bright colors against the dark sky. I think we were having a dust storm then. There were lots of dust storms.

Me and my "tattoo" which is actually pen.

No clue...just being cool.

Me and Kylie Henson on the plane ride from Dallas to home sweet home. We had lots of fun.

This is Memo. Memo is one heck of a man. He used to live a life of extreme sin, dealing, selling, using, buying drugs and alcohol, he's been shot and stabbed, hit by a car, beaten within an inch of his life. His testimony is phenomenal. And now, everywhere he goes, he shares about God, in the bus, at the park. It's amazing. He's such an inspiration to me. He was about to give the sermon in the church on Sunday.

This is the sanctuary, well half of it, of the church we worked on. It's small, but powerful.