we packed up our belongings (well more what we had bought as I gave away all my clothes and shoes except 2 pairs of lulu capris and 2 t-shirts and my flip flops) and headed to a private home (I tell you Pastor Jorge has great connections).
I really didn't think I needed this day. I thought I would have rather been back at San Antonio starting the next 8 houses or heading home. However, I was wrong, this day at the beach was so important. It allowed us to decompress, reflect on what we had seen and felt. It was a quiet day. Many of us trying to settle the myriad of emotions. Some of us were just plain exhausted.
Mauritza and her helpers made us a great lunch and it was a lazy day hanging at the pool and the beach.
the pictures:
Corri-Lynn writes in the sand every beach she goes to, I was able to snap this just as the water was coming up to wash it away.
through this walkway?
paradise!
entrance to the beach house, the beach was just across the road (through the pathway in the above picture)
Scott and my footprints in the sand. We went for a very nice and peaceful walk down the beach.
Random Photo time:
self portrait in the hallway of the hotel we stayed in by the airport (as we flew out the next morning)
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So proud of you guys and your amazing journey!
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