Well I’m back and alive. I was in a small community, just off the main Tijuana – Rosarito highway. It did rain but I encountered no banditios, killers or thugs. I did encounter a young family that had recently moved to the area after their family home was destroyed in a flood near Veracruz. The young family moved to Tijuana because the father, Evelio could find work in one of the factories that dot the local hillsides. Although he could only afford payments on a small piece of land, Evelio constructed a shelter for his wife and two small children.
With the rain, his shelter was destroyed and his family was forced to take shelter in a local church along with a few other families. The community helped them out by providing blankets and food for the displaced families. Our team built them a brand new house. Even in the rain and sloppy mud, some of the neighbors came out to help including making us one of the best lunches I’ve ever had. We all made it safely back to California.
With the rain, his shelter was destroyed and his family was forced to take shelter in a local church along with a few other families. The community helped them out by providing blankets and food for the displaced families. Our team built them a brand new house. Even in the rain and sloppy mud, some of the neighbors came out to help including making us one of the best lunches I’ve ever had. We all made it safely back to California.