Your first thought in the morning when you wake up is: I smell.
When you are comfortable swapping poop stories during/after dinner.
When a response to said poop stories is, "Dude, the hover only works when you don't have diarrhea."
When you accidentally flush toilet paper down the toilet for the first time in weeks, and get seriously convicted.
When "intentional _____ ", "press in", "feedbacked", "speaking life", "speaking death", "blog it", and "bringing Kingdom" all become part of your daily vocabulary.
15 passenger vans become 28 passenger vans. Everyday.
You are not sure if your feet are tan or just dirty.
When you feel sloppy, your idea of dressing it up is putting in a pair of earrings.
Baby wipe baths are totally acceptable.
Even if you are not crazy about peanut butter in the States, it suddenly becomes your favorite, and you walk across town to buy it from an obscure store.
You wear clothes for a day, go to bed in them, and wear them the next day, because honestly, it's just too much work.
Wifi is so exciting. But free wifi? It feels like Christmas day.
When there are two kittens that walk out of the kitchen of the restaurant you are eating in.
When even though you have only been on the Race for a few weeks, you get really weirded out when you see other gringos on the street, and you don't know how to act.
You have major Teva/Chaco tan lines.
You step in wet concrete in your Toms. And you are told it adds character.
You drink more Coke than you do in the States because it is so cheap, and fun to drink from a glass bottle.
Your feet are so dirty, and you don't feel like taking a shower, so you wash them in the sink.
When you order a breakfast platter at a cafe, and you think it is a chocolate muffin on your plate, and you go to pick it up, only to realize it is a dollup of refried beans.
When you are woken up at 6:30 AM by Guatemalan community leaders right outside your door making announcements to the town on a megaphone.
It's all about the braids, side ponys, and messy buns.
You become a pro at riding in the back of a truck on two ribbons of concrete with potholes, and not falling out.
Your response to the truck breaking down, is to lay hands on it, and pray for it. And it works.
You wear leggings all the time, including under your shorts for modesty.
It is completley acceptable for vehicles to pass each other on a two lane mountain road, on a 180 degree turn.
Your heart smiles when 247 kids run toward you with open arms because they are so glad you are there.
You know that you would not trade your life for anything.
