January 11, 2015
On the fourth day of the trip God said, "let the Saintsmen land in Guatemala."
Waking up at 8 am we began the exodus. We broke up into two groups one leaving at 9am taking the metro for the chance to recover their luggage from United Baggage. While the other departed at 10:30am aboard a taxi to head to the flight.
The first group ran into quite the problem when they met a drunk on the metro who insisted upon being their friend and guide. After he went from student to student insisting he had a lot of money and wanted to be a friend/guide. Soon he got off on what he believed where the stop was. The group stayed on while he excitedly exited telling them this was the stop. He exited and turned around. Making eye contact with the group as the doors closed. May he be ok after the loss of his "tour group."
Less than an hour later they retrieved their luggage after the whole mishap in Houston.
After linking up with the other group who enjoyed the seats of a taxi we boarded the Interjet flight 2912 headed for Guatemala City. Ryan, Kevin, and Joe enjoyed the sketchiest takeoff of their lives. Ryan praying the rosary, Kevin laughing and pointing, and Joe laughing and chuckling that we're gonna die. Hopefully the others aboard didn't experience this.
Eventually land came into sight, we could see the coast of Guatemala, the Promised Land. The sight from above was amazing. Down below ranges of mountains reached the clouds, volcanoe tips spewed gray smoke into the sky. However soon that picturesque sight was adorned by the farmlands and slums surrounding Guatemala city. The sight differentiating the main modern city and the rest of the city was as clear as white and black.
After we landed we were greeted by the sight of many workers jumping at the chance to help as it appeared we were the only plane to land in the last couple of hours. As we exited the the airport all 15 of us squeezed in a van that was topped off with all of our luggage. We then came to the conclusion that the weather was really similar to San Diego.
We soon arrived at the hostel. entering its quarter inch steel door. Inside it was great. All 13 saintsmen in a small 15' by 15' room with 3 bed bunk beds. From that point on it was a blur. A group of us held a council on the second floor creating our own government complete with custom headwear for each member while the rest listened to music and made jokes in the bedroom.
Around 9pm dinner finally arrived. The hostel host's mother made us either chicken, beef, or fish which came with salad and rice.
After the meal we gathered around the table and reflected on the trip this far.
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