Today we woke to Joshua obnoxiously banging at our door and Kim screaming "Joshua! What do you need??" After scrunching my eyes tight to block out the hardly visible light in our dark cinder block cave, I jumped in our olympic sized shower and felt defeated as I watched the single stream of warm water curl around the shower head and lick the bathroom wall. Some of the magic of last night had worn out, but like my favorite holey jeans I continued to wear the day.
We exchanged our USA currency and I was awarded $65 for my $25 for being a good little American then we made a final stop before heading to Ms. Baine's. We drove to the super market where we purchased a $16.50 roll of pilsbury chocolate chip cookie dough mix, apparently it cost a lot to ship all of our American merchandise to a small carribbean island. $360 later for three days of snacks and breakfast food, and we were off to our destination...
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life moves slow on this island like the molases they borrow from Trinadad in order to make Rum in an old sugar factory.
We arrived late, had no tools, no contractor waiting, no plan of action. But all was well because our backpacks were filled with balloons and bazooka bubble gum. We spent the day priming a new two bedroom space for Ms. Baine and her grandson Nicholas. She and her friends built the two rooms so that she would have a place to stay when the other groups came to rebuild her house.
The heat was wet but the breeze was constant. We worked hard and took long breaks with Rum Raisin ice cream, Ms. Baine, the puppy named Billy, and the Pregnant Kitten named Sparkle. It was a blessed slow day and afterwards we showered at our apartment, to more avail than the morning, and traveled to the inner city of St. George's to eat Rotis and Sea Moss smoothies at the Nutmeg resturant.
When our bellies were full we came home and shared our "roses and thorns" of the day. We thanked God for the moon, and the rainy season, and the missions, and the love, and our beds. Amen.
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