I HATE TOPES

Topes (toe-pays, more or less) are speedbumps. They are the main form of speed control here in Mexico City, right along with potholes. Last night I was a bit sick to my stomach (don't worry it has recently passed) and was driving around trying to find a home. We wanted to personally deliver invitations to two boys for our kids club that starts on Wednesday. HOWEVER their street was really hard to find. AND their area loves the topes. Everytime we went up on one, my stomach went into my throat, and everytime we went down, down my stomach would go causing a swirling effect in body and made me rather green. One road even had three topes on it!

When Heather Paty and I were trying to fall asleep later that night we were chatting about concerns. We were both feeling not so great and were exhausted. To show you the conversations you can have when you are in that state I'll let you know we started on the subject of having peace about marriage one day and ended up with disscussing how long Franklin Piles has been the president of the Christian and Missionary Alliance in Canada. There were many other random topics in there so it was rather difficult to trace how we had gotten from one to the other.