Nothing like getting knocked out

A bunch of friends came over for a grill-out this afternoon and cheered on the U.S. as they played Italy. We'd all like to know what the deal was with the referee. =)

Yesterday, (Friday), I rode with Sarah and Geoff to Arivaca. We checked out a volunteer's land for a potential site to host our medical volunteers for dispatch. After a good chat with Laura and her husband, we stopped by the volunteer camp (a 45 minute trip off the highway) and helped the guys program contacts into their brand new desert phones. (They even have a walkie-talkie function!) =) (To the left, me at the desert camp...Below, the Migrant Shrine at the desert camp.)

Last night, Rashawn and I drove downtown to meet some friend's at Che's. The group was running late, so we went for a walk and ended up in Antigone Books (which we discovered is a feminist bookstore). Crazily enough, I suddenly felt horribly sick and ended up in the bookstore bathroom where I passed out and got knocked out from the fall for a good 7 minutes. At least, that's the best I can figure because by the time I finally came-to, the bookstore had been closed for a while. My knees, right shoulder, right temple and the back of my head hurts. 'Try to figure that one out! Ug. =)

Tomorrow, I'd like to catch church at Southside if I can get myself moving (slept most of today). Around 2pm is Desert Training so that I can go out on Samaritan patrols later in the week. Only a few more days and I'm flying home. Where's the month gone?? (To the left, you can see the Border Patrol cruiser that watches the No More Deaths camp every day.)

Hasta luego,
Ash =)