The adventure officially began yesterday at 325am. A cluster of things happened between the time I woke up and the time my plane took off. As I went to bed the night before, I set my alarm for 245am (mind you, I went to bed at 1130). I chose to ignore the sleep button when instead I turned off my alarm and kept sleeping. Smart. My Dad woke me up at 3:25 am, saying we have to leave in 5 minutes, turned into 35 minutes for the last minute running around. Flight is at 5:25am, on the road at 4, we get about 10 minutes away when I realized I forgot my passport. Are you overwhelmed ready this? We go back home, turn around, and it’s about 4:17am. We get to the airport at about 4:45am and I have about 40 minutes to check 2 bags and get to security. Thank God my Dad was there to open up the next security line so I didnt have to wait in another one, rather, I was the first one thru.
I arrived at the home close to 3 and have becoming acclimated since. I am the volunteer in the same house of 20 boys, Casa Santo Domingo, ages 9-14 as well as my Special Projects job. Since, we have done lots of reading, hanging out, and relaxing. It’s great to be back, but different at the same time because I am playing more of a permanent role, rather then leaving after 6 weeks. Off to play some basketball and eat some delicious bollo (which is a flour dumpling with salami and onions on top...want some?) for dinner. :) Pictures to come!