Well, we made it. All fifty-someodd of us are in various stages of unpacked, eating peanut butter sandwiches and checking email. We’re staying in two beautiful hostels in the middle of Antigua, Casa Shalom and Manchileros Backpackers Hostel. We have beds with sheets, wifi and jerry-rigged showers. (Don't worry Mom, I only touched the exposed wires a tiny bit. The shock wasn't all that bad.)
So far, we've had no lost bags. No major injuries. No fights. No tears. No broken hearts. No hunger. No lack of any kind.
And I'll be really honest, it doesn't feel real yet. (Maybe it's because we have real beds and not just sleeping bags?) I feel kind of like I'm on a low-budget vacation, eating at local crepes places and buying fruit from local vendors. We've learned that we can't flush the toilet paper; we shouldn't drink the local water. The thunder seems louder here, the walls have more color. Children are the same here as they are everywhere: curious and sweet. I'm sure we look like white giants to these petite people, but they don't seem afraid of us. One little boy even put out his hand to high-five us as we passed.
It's only day two but B Squad is definitely here. We're actually doing this. The World Race is no longer a distant goal, but our day-to-day life. So far, so good.
Praise the LORD.
