We woke up early this morning and caught the 6:50 am flight from Iquitos to Lima. We bought breakfast  at McDonalds, made a run to the mall that has a great view of the Pacific and did some shopping for all our friends and family back home.

As the “team coordinator”, I am taking the liberty to add some somewhat comical comments about this outstanding group of people. I can imagine a better group of folks to travel with.

Despite Cody’s blatant disregard for humanity to support his team coordinator, we all had a good time.

Stewart was finally cut off at the ATM. It was a sad site to watch him get the insufficient funds message, but he has enough Peruvian items to start his own Peru souvenir shop in Fort Worth.

Lindsie is still swooning from the love letter she received last night. He gave her a bracelet and she gave him her sweaty bandana.

Blake has tripped over all over Peru. He’s still mastering his adult-size feet.

Robert and Stacie survived the week and are still married.

Julia improved her farmer’s tan and gained an appreciation for the police bureacracy in Iquitos.

Marcelo (Mijo).  Maintained his composure while translating for 9 Americanos and almost having his clothes traded for piranha jewelry.

This male-oriented team took on some interesting facets. (Can I use that word in relation to men?) We have purchased enough weaponry to equip a small battalion. We ate all of our food and most of what the ladies didn’t eat. Although verbal communication is not a male strength, these guys made great strides in building relationships with the men in the Peruvian churches.

And finally, Paul was Paul.

See ya’ll tomorrow,

Jeff

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