Finally, right? It won’t be entirely verbatim, but mostly I’m taking straight from my journal with some pictures inserted.
September 21st, 2013
We are in Guatemala. The women are beautiful. The country is beautiful. the city is beautiful.
The morning started at 4:15am. After getting ready and struggling to find my itinerary, Joel came in at 4:30am and we were at the airport by 5:20am. Our 7:15 flight was immediately delayed over an hour, so we would miss our connecting flight in Atlanta. Forty five minutes later, we were going to Atlanta for our original flight, then making a detour to Miami, and finishing in Guatemala City. We originally were to arrive in Guatemala City at noon, but now it would be after eight. So it began.
While waiting, snacks and soda were given for free, along with a $50 voucher which bought me food and the journal I wrote in when I realized the journal I brought wouldn’t be enough.
We finally boarded and took off into a storm. Each landing was harrowing and into rain, sometimes worse. It was interesting. On the first flight we could actually smell the burning rubber from the tires when we landed.
I saw Miami for the first time. It really is a beautiful city. Guatemala City was breath taking, even at night. Lightning was to our right, and once below the clouds, even in the night, you could tel it was a city of different elevations, built into a mountain.
Once we landed, we went a short way to the bathroom, where a naked Mona Lisa greeted us. A great welcoming. We were through customs quickly, were hustled for tip, and found our way to the Crown Plaza.
On the way you could really see the parts of city build on steep hills and mountains. Despite the terrifying driving speed, it was enthralling. I was nearly in tears from the view.
Being only day one, I can only imagine what the future holds. What I do know is God is good.
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