Sunday, Our last day

Today was our last day, and we started out at 5:30 am with a sunrise service on the beach.

The clouds were spectacular. with the sun just barely peeking though.

Mark spoke to us,and then we had communion. It was very moving.

After the service, we had a light breakfast, and some free time until 11:30, when it was time to leave. We boarded the boat and headed for the airport.

We made it to the airport with out any problem, and were through immigration and customs with no problem at all. We said goodbye to Mark, as he was flying to another location for a couple of days.

After an uneventful flight we landed in Houston and cleared customs about 30 minutes early.

The only real problem with our trip started at this point. Kent Sapenfield received an email telling him that our flight was canceled. And sure enough it was. We spent from 7:30 until 11:30 getting tickets changed, vouchers for motel rooms, meals etc. Amy Bunch stepped up to the plate and kept everybody focused, and made sure everybody was taken care of. We never did get our luggage that night, and I for one did not smell very good. Despite a few good points, we encountered more rude and un-thoughtful people in that last 4 hours than I have encountered in a long time. Tempers were short, but everybody handled the problems well, and nothing unbecoming of Christians happened. I was really proud of our group.

I did not take any pictures of the long lines we stood in for ever, but I thing every one was back in Amarillo by late afternoon on Monday.