Something I still baffle about is
Floyd's recount of his testimony to God on Friday night. He
explained how he prayed to God to help him go boating/swimming with the
group from Alamo Heights and how he called in sick and his prayers were
answered. How then he sort of got caught by a co-worker or
All throughout the trip we were
shuttled around by Christopher and occasionally Bill. This was just
an added little perk from my point of view. The fact that I could
ride around town and talk to a native of the country/city about landmarks
around town and discuss cultural difference, to be able to sit and listen
to explanations as to why something is the way it is was simply
fascinating and truly a blessing.
The night before we left Guyana,
we stayed up practically all night... I think I had 1 1/2 hours of sleep
that night. Joness, our housemother, stayed the night to make sure
we were up and at 'em first thing in the morning! Waveney and Kurt
stayed with us at the airport until we had to pass through security.
Saying "Good-bye" was so hard.
Little sleep the night before and
for a couple of nights prior left me very sleep deprived. In fact, I
felt like a zombie walking off of the plane into the Barbados
airport. While standing in line filling out all of the paperwork, I
could not remember my phone number (o.k. that's not too unusual) but I
could not remember my address. My mind was so jumbled.
One thing I did learn is that when
traveling abroad, check the airport rules. We found out the hard way
that camouflage is not allowed (in any shape, form, or function) into the
country. In Barbados, the food was normal, drinks were good, the
beach was beautiful, and the friends I made are priceless!