. . . and we did. We’ve made it to Xela, Guatemala, more soon!
We’re leaving for the airport in less than three hours. Time for some sleep. Here’s hoping we see a friendly guy named Alberto holding a sign with our names on it when we step off the plane in Guatemala .
This summer I was incredibly lucky to be part of an experiment officially known as “Summer Band” (also referred to as “Meat Buffet”). After hearing a mediocre band play at a Brattleboro venue in early June, I suggested to Rob and Noah,