We have finally moved into a house, except it is on the U.S side of the border.  We had been looking and looking in Mexico and the selection was incredibly bad.  Houses with the washing machine in the front yard of a busy street, urine soaked carpet, mold covering the ceilings.  Stairways without railings, concrete yards, and landlords adding hundreds on the rent because we are Americans. 

My husband came to the conclusion that if he were going to be able to complete his project, a house where families can come and experience missions, he needed to get his family settled somewhere safe.  Although I feel bad to be less able to help the people of Rosarito personally, I am thankful to be in a clean little house, on a paved road, with water that I can wash my vegetables in.  I am also thankful for the opportunity to get my children around homeschoolers again.   We missed all the fellowship with other homeschool families that we had enjoyed while living in the States.  So, for better or worse, we are in a suburb, missing the country, but really happy to have running water, flushing toilets and a full sized refrigerator.