Early morning for the Mexico crew – we ended up packing the van and leaving Westtown by 4ish. A smooth drive later, we were at the airport. We got through security, found our gate, got a quick breakfast, and boarded our plan to ATL. Other than a crying baby, the flight was smooth and gave us a chance to catch up on sleep. Once in Atlanta, we literally walked straight on to our next flight; no time to sit down or get food. We got on the plane, and were off to Mexico.
Once in Mexico, we made it through customs (barely) and exchanged our money so we could buy a quick lunch in the airport.
After eating we got into a taxi that took us to a bus station. That taxi ride was our first real look at the city, although the view from above provided us with a preliminary glimpse of its beauty.
After the taxi we had a short walk through the bus station before reaching our bus. After a few minutes, we were off to Huatusco. 5 ½ hours later, we were at our rally point, waiting to meet up with Alan. After a few strokes of luck, we were reunited, and were off to our new home. Before reaching home, we made a stop to a local friend to pick up forty or so tamales.
We went through some gates, and made it home in complete darkness. After moving all of our stuff in, we went to the back of the mini house and got acquainted with the tamales. After dinner we were invited to and went on a short, back-of-the-truck ride to the middle of our campus, where we took off on foot and went a short but very sweet night hike through our new home. After 20 hours of traveling
After getting back, we laid down together outside with the sky over us. We took deep breaths and mentally prepared ourselves to truly give this week our all. We shouted to the world, “ITS OKAY TO BE FULLY ALIVE”. The silence after this may have been more powerful than the shouting itself. With that, we were off for our first nights rest with our minds set on the day to come.