Día Uno

Day one began at five thirty at Lambert Airport. We made it through security with plenty of time to eat breakfast after a half mile long wait. Our flight left right on time and we arrived in Houston at about 10:00 a.m. We were in Houston for about 45 min then boarded our flight to Harlingen. We arrived in Harlingen around noon. After scrounging for food and witnessing a "Dine and Dash" our stay in Harlingen seemed to last forever. We managed to survive by entertaining ourselves with netless hand tennis. Roland then arrived with his trailer hitch and designer shades. After the angels arrived, (St. Joe angels that is) we saddled up and rode off toward the setting sun in McAllen...Ok it was only three o'clock. After a half hour wait outside a sketchy carwash (see picture below) we arrived a La Plaza Centro Comerciál, partaking in the fine art of notoriously exorbitant American consumerism. After living up to the very low standards set to us by the American media in terms of food consumed, dollars spent, and resources squandered, we fixed our attention upon what brought us here in the first place.
As our stately van caravan crossed the Rio Grande, the Mexican border patrol denied expedient passage into Mexico--detaining them at the security checkpoint to check for contraband. After giving it the "todo claramente" we continued on to the Best Western Camino. Tonight's activities consisted of dinner, fellowship, orientation, and meetings. After a long, tiring, and donkey-filled day (see picture below) we are ready to begin work at the colonia bright and early tomorrow morning.


Buenos Noches San Luís.