The crowd around the breakfast table this morning was greatly diminished. roughly half of our group had serious stomach issues and would need to stay at the compound today. We would be spread thin. After a short devotional, we loaded up and rode into Santa Ana to drop some off to work with the church and others to build. The road to our building site was mostly sand. The sunlight glittered off it in places like the ground was filled with paparazzi and their camera flashes were out of control. It was beautiful and disorienting at the same time.
Our build site was on the edge of a hill over looking another hillside covered in rows of windmills. Their blades spun lazily in the wind. A family of horses casually chewed grass to our left. Their nays and whinnies carried through the air. Our ground was soft. Our post hole diggers were hungry chewing deeply into the earth. We hit a rock. After slapping at it with a heavy metal bar we decided we'd have to dig it out. The ground moved and shifted as we dug four bars beneath the stone. It was a stubborn tooth that would not come out. It was huge! We pulled it out and watched it roll down the hill.
We set our posts and had no wood. That was ok. It gave us a minute to rest. The sun was hot and our small number of workers finished the day burnt and tired. We were happy to have provided a home for a twenty year old member of the church. His preacher showed up towards the end of day and prayed with us.
Billy presented his, "the story" series to members of the church while Edna and Romana worked with the ladies. Seven studies were set up for tomorrow and our women were all greatly encouraged. After preaching, Billy, Cisco, and Don returned to casa to build the playground. The evening set and the playground still wasn't finished.