text: As a young teen, I worked as a missionary in Mexico. I could forever remember the smell of the plaster on the walls of my room, and the smell of the smoke-filled foggy mornings. I remember the children and the dirt and the imprint it made on my soul. It changed me forever and made me so thankful to live in the US and have so much!\n\n30 years later, I returned to the same orphanage. Wonderful to see so much progress... electricity, water, clean and healthy children. I yearned to smell that smoke (which was actually trash fires) mixed with the morning fog...but it didn't happen. The wet plaster smell of the buildings was gone as well. It all came back to me when I started loving on the children...the smell of kids! Like tortillas and dirt! How I love the tight grip of the children pulling me in each direction to come and play! In the distance, the pungent aroma of tripe being cooked, and the sound of barking dogs and roosters crowing. It's like I had been there forever. \n\nI'll be going back again this month. So wonderful to create new memories and build on the old ones!