After about 36 hours of travel all the ladies of Z-Squad (minus Ann and Amanda) and John Michael were greeted by the Z-Squad men. Along with a bunch of boys from the ministry.
It had been a long day. Leaving Los Gozosos with numerous goodbyes, a little girl named Helen in whom I would say "Adios" would reply with a "No. Mama. Hola!" To be honest I don't know that she knew exactly what I meant and I didn't think she would at least until lunch or dinner.
Super Gloria hopped in our van and traveled to Antigua where we would meet up with all the other ladies. Also where we said goodbye to Chris and Amanda who were heading back Chimaltinango to be with Ann while in the hospital.
Around 3 am our bus arrived in front of the hostel where we loaded our packs and all our belongings.
The next evening when we were finally nearing our drop off our bus turns off at a street that it wasn't scheduled for. Not that I would have known. However there was shouting coming from the back of the bus and the next thing I knew we were parked outside a small police station. Which a few moments after we stopped two police officers came on the bus and arrested the men that had been yelling from the back. My spanish is no good, and the only thing I know is that the men had been drinking on the bus.
Which is illegal, but on top of that they had no noe of their identification on them.
To top it off it turned out that we had missed our stop and the bus was headed to the terminal in a city no one knew anything about in an incredibly sketchy area. Although the whole city could be sketchy. I haven't exactly left the property yet.
Our contact, Tony, has such a heart for resting in the spirit and listening to it's leading. Which I love. His ability to stop during briefings and say "we just need to pray" or "this person needs to speak". He is just a great contact to have for our entire squad this month. We are certainly blessed.
