In a few days Z squad will be on a bus traveling to our last countries – our teams are split between Nicaragua and Panama – before our final debrief in Costa Rica and our final travel day as a squad…to America!. This is when you know it's month 11….
Z Squad ready to take the love of Jesus to the streets of Tegucigalpa!
Your squadmates have had malaria, typhoid, amoebas and parasites, salmonella and e. coli and have been to a hospital on nearly every continent.
You've worn your leggings so much they are now see through.
You secretly already miss your squad family.
Your pillow case/pillow is a different color than it was when you started.
Playing with my friend Maria who lives in the dump
Your sleeping pad has a hole in it…or you don't have a sleeping pad at all.
You've ditched your malaria meds.
8pm is your bedtime and thats absolutely acceptable.
You look back at training camp pictures and laugh hysterically at how young and awkward everyone was.
Birthday celebrations have become an art form.
Chrin's fishing trip for her birthday!
Your Bible that was new when you started the race is now covered with dirt, markings, highlights, and sermons you preached.
All you want to do is sleep.
Your threaded anklets and bracelets you started the race with are unraveling and falling apart.
Most of your Internet time is used to Facebook stalk or Skype with your squadmates.
Everything makes you cry.
You actually start getting tired of peanut butter.
20 people in a 8 person van is normal.
People start asking you what your plans are when you get home.
Brit and I sharing the good news!
You no longer freak out about the lack of organization or information about your day. Going with the flow is
no longer a cliche but a lifestyle.
You have less than 50% of the things you started the race with (aka you no longer look like an REI model)
and have worn nearly all of your teammates clothes.
Your parents ask you what you want your first meal to be when you get back.
You are no longer homesick.
Scripture and candy passed out in the streets
Other peoples bad smells and your own no longer bother you.
Everything you see at the market looks like the perfect gift for someone at home.
20 pounds of your 40 pound pack are gifts for friends and family.
The thought of not living in constant community and sharing a bed with your co squad leader begins to scare you.
Month 11 here we come!!!!
Beautiful baby Genesis
The line for food at the dump
Playing in a soccer tournament – go yellow team!
