Ever since I was little I have wanted to go on a missions trip. When my dad would go on a trip to Africa I would beg him to take me with him. Well, finally I got my chance, not to Africa but to Guatemala. I wasn't nervous about the plane ride, however I was afraid my luggage would be lost somewhere along the way. Thank the Lord we made it safely! And so did all if our luggage!
When we arrived in Guatemala City I had no idea what to expect when we headed out of the airport; I just braced myself for the worst. To my surprise there were crowds of people right outside the door, some even nicely dressed. A lot of people even had nice cars, and speaking of cars, there was the craziest traffic I had ever seen. We struggled our way through the crowd toward the road and waited on a bus to pick us up. ( The wives all rode separately in a van with the luggage.) When the bus arrived cameras were up because this bus was painted and decorated to look like a monster with teeth. Nothing like any of us had seen before. Even crazier than the bus was the ride. Thankfully we had a very skilled driver to take us through the mad traffic all the way to Wal-Mart. I was thankful to be alive when we got there. Wal-Mart in Guatemala is completely different than in the USA. The building itself and the setup on the inside. We each exchanged our money to a new currency, quetzal. We split up into small groups and shopped for snacks, drinks, and other necessities for the week. My dad and I roamed up and down the aisles and all through the store searching for familiar food and good prices. Occasionally we had to use a calculator in his phone to figure up if we were getting a good deal or not since the quetzal is about Q 7.66 to one American dollar. After shopping we rode in the bus to Macedonia Mission School where we are currently staying. I am so thankful to God to be here. I have so much more I could say but you would just have to come here to experience it for yourself.
When we arrived in Guatemala City I had no idea what to expect when we headed out of the airport; I just braced myself for the worst. To my surprise there were crowds of people right outside the door, some even nicely dressed. A lot of people even had nice cars, and speaking of cars, there was the craziest traffic I had ever seen. We struggled our way through the crowd toward the road and waited on a bus to pick us up. ( The wives all rode separately in a van with the luggage.) When the bus arrived cameras were up because this bus was painted and decorated to look like a monster with teeth. Nothing like any of us had seen before. Even crazier than the bus was the ride. Thankfully we had a very skilled driver to take us through the mad traffic all the way to Wal-Mart. I was thankful to be alive when we got there. Wal-Mart in Guatemala is completely different than in the USA. The building itself and the setup on the inside. We each exchanged our money to a new currency, quetzal. We split up into small groups and shopped for snacks, drinks, and other necessities for the week. My dad and I roamed up and down the aisles and all through the store searching for familiar food and good prices. Occasionally we had to use a calculator in his phone to figure up if we were getting a good deal or not since the quetzal is about Q 7.66 to one American dollar. After shopping we rode in the bus to Macedonia Mission School where we are currently staying. I am so thankful to God to be here. I have so much more I could say but you would just have to come here to experience it for yourself.
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