When the Saints Go Marching In
Everyday just keeps getting better, and I’m not sure how that is possible. We are all just finishing up dinner and looking around, we all look like we haven’t gotten sleep in days and are wearing excessive amounts of blush. We are all exhausted and burnt… 4 hours of being directly in the sun playing soccer and basketball with the locals followed by an hour ride down bumpy dirty roads to another village, and no time to relax in between. But it has been all worth it. We got our butts kicked in soccer, but were able to show them a little somethin somethin about basketball, and then sing “the saint’s go marching in” in front of a church full of indigenous Mayan villagers. Definitely something I never would have imagined myself experiencing in my life. On our trip to the village, we rode in the back of a pick up truck and we joyfully greeted everywhere we went. The love we have received here has been an eye opener and they have made me feel a way no one has ever made me feel.
I pray that with each day, the experiences we have here will change us. I’m not sure what that may mean right now, and I’m sure it truly won’t hit me until we get back home.
Peace and love. Buenos noches, adios!