For the last seventeen years my dad has been traveling to Ensenada, Mexico, just a couple hours south of Tijuana, with teams from of his church and a scattering of his own kids and grandkids to build homes for families there. My oldest son, Tyler, went with my husband when he turned thirteen and Isaiah went last year on his own. My brothers, my neice, my nephew and my brother-in-law have all gone . . . I was practially the last to join the party!
Always eager for adventure my youngest daughter was beyond ready to take her turn at Grandpa’s side. We decided to make the trip together. It was one of the most memerable trips of my life. It was life-changing for my kiddo, it was an honor for me to bear witness with my camera to the beauty, the heartache, the resiliance and the tenacity of the amazing people of Ensenada and it was special to do it together. I will share our whole journey in this blog, but I will break it up into several posts. There is simply too much to tell all at once and I don’t want to miss anything!
