Sunday

Yesterday was a wonderful day. The plane ride was pleasant and I sat beside John. He's 13 and in the 7th grade, he's so tall. I feel short. We had so much fun while looking through the windows of our van at the sites of San Diego. I had my first public Burger that I've had in years! McDonalds isn't that bad.

The ride was okay to El Centro. Or should I say fun while looking at the sites. We finished shopping at 5:30 and then were on a nonstop trip to San Felipe. We got here, unloaded, made our beds, and at 10:00 we ate supper at some local place that had good tacos. I was sitting between Keefer (Casey) and Art. Talk about 2 annoying guys trying to constantly annoy me. We got home and went to bed. And you have NO CLUE how hard it is to brush your teeth with a glass of water. You keep having the urge to turn on the faucet and fill your cup back up.

Back up, the checkpoints and Border crossing was easy. The men there, though, were probably 16. They had big rifles and everything. It's sad.

Now it's morning. I woke up early, don't know why. It's just like that instinct when it's a first night somewhere. Right now I need to get in line for the shower. I stink. Bad. I need to be clean! Well I need to go!

DEAR LORD, WHAT YOU HAVE DONE FOR US, PROTECTING US, IS MORE THAN WE CAN ASK FOR. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR OUR SAFETY! AMEN!