We are getting ready to leave in the morning for the border and packing and trying not to forget stuff like our marbles that we have lost. It is very stressful the last few hours before leaving; there is always just one last thing to do and then you always remember that you didn't do something or didn't bring something or whatever. There will be four of us going up this time. We will rendezvous with 2 others at the place where yet 2 more are staying. All in all, there will be 8 of us crossing paths at some point, coming and going. What a hastle! The house only has 2 bedrooms, so 4 of us will have to stay at a hotel, but which 4, that is the question. At least we will have internet access, so we are able to keep up with our correspondence while we are there. After leaving the border, we will swing thru another refugee camp to visit some brethren there and try to encourage them in their very difficult situation. The roads are not very good, but the scenery is beautiful and there will be opportunities for videography and photography which we all love. We are supposed to see a waterfall in the jungle and hopefully swim there. You never know what is lurking in jungle swimming holes. I prefer swimming pools without wildlife. I like to see wildlife but not swim with it. We'll see what happens and I will let you know how it turns out.
The missionary up country was supposed to cook Mexican if we could find flour tortillas. I can usually find them but not enough to go around this time. Figures. Anyway, I found one 10-pack that I will leave for them to eat after we are gone. A little taste of home for them to enjoy by themselves. They are very much looking forward to us coming. I think they are lonely. I know it really does get lonely here. We are on the other side of the world from friends and family and it seems like we are on a different planet most of the time. At least it is not boring.
Gotta go. Gotta pack. Gotta find my stuff. Gotta Gotta Gotta.
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