Didn't sleep well, but was asleep when the alarm went off at 3:40 am. Dad Roth drove me and the boys to the airport. He still had a few questions about safety and what we were expecting during the trip. All parents worry, methinks. I answered as best I could, but I only have what I know from our friends who have made the trip. Mostly, we go in faith. Am I naive that I am not worried about our safety or is this faithfulness?
Long wait at the check in counter, and the kids did well. They are very excited. Tried to get some sleep on the flight from Colorado Springs to Dallas, but Becca kept waking me up. :-) She was on my left and on my right was an unaccompanied minor who was on his way to spend spring break with his Dad in Florida. He was very talkative and seemed to relish some adult attention. I prayed for an opportunity to share Jesus with him, but didn't see it.
Killed 2 hours in Dallas riding the train, walking around the airport, and having lunch at MacDonald's. The Cabrera's were also there, so we ate lunch with them. Later, Leah ran to the top of the down escalator. I was impressed.
Joel is coughing some today. Father God, please lead us this week. Help me to focus on where I am instead of where I am not.
First night in Boquillas. None of us first timers know what to expect or what to do. Or how to hang out with the locals. I can tell it is not just me. Tonight I found myself wanting to just sit and chat with my PRC friends. I did meet a young man named Roberto who was hanging around the door to see what was happening at Mamma Mago's house. He seemed expectant somehow. I introduced myself and used all of the Spanish I had, but then had nowhere to go from there. Asked Steve Aldrich later and he told me how to invite someone to church: venga manana a medio dio (come tomorrow at noon). I wish I had known that when I was talking to Roberto.
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