One last trip, one last letter

We took our final trip to see this beautiful country with our Mission Family on the 6th of May.  We went to visit Suchitoto.  It is a quaint little town on the shore of a huge lake, Lake Suchitlan.  Our driver is a normal El Salvadoranian.  These people will never admit that they can't do something or don't know how to do something.  We asked him if he knew how to get to Suchitoto and of course the reply was "yes".  It is only a 45 minute drive from here but after he took us right through downtown trying to get out of the city, we knew we were in trouble.  Luckily we had invited Bishop Mendez and his wife to go with us.  It only took us an hour and a half and three turn arounds but we finally made it to the lake.

It is the rainy season here so we decided to tour the lake first incase an afternoon rain storm came in. I definitely did not want to be on the lake if it started to blow and rain.  This is our group.  The Mendez's have three nephews that they babysit with them.  The lake was huge. We spent about three hours visiting the islands around the lake.

Here is a picture of the birds.

They really are segregated.  The black ones on one tree and the white ones in another.  By the end of the rainy season, these islands are under water as the water will raise about 8 feet. 

 

This is an island that is almost completely covered after the rains.  The family that lives here have a little souvenir shop.  They move up the rock as the rains come.

It was so beautiful, peaceful, and hot!!  As long as the boat was moving it wasn't bad.  The heat and humidity really had the moss and algae growing in the water.  We had to share this photo of the color of the water.  It really reminded us of home.  You know, the lagoons at the dairys, soupy and green. 

But the smell wasn't there.

By the time we got back to shore, everyone was exhausted from the heat and we decided to head for home.  This time we put Bishop Mendez in the front seat and our trip home was a very short one. 

    

Our time here is going rapidly.  We only have a few weeks left.  Our Saturdays from now till we come home are filled with invites to homes of our friends for good-bye dinners.  Lon has to speak in one ward and I am singing in two wards.  We are going to start figuring out how to pack all our treasures and hopefully will have room for a few clothes too.  It is so hard to believe that we will be home next month.  Thank goodness it is warming up there!  We send our love to all.  Thank you for your prayers in our behalf.  We are so happy and love serving in the Temple with our dear friends here.  Love Lon and Nancy, Dad and Mom, Grandpa and Grandma