I woke up with sweat all over my body and Indigo squirming around in the bed next to me. It was hot there, in Refugio. I was one of the only people still buried in a cot. Boys muttered about the weather and what they planned to do, how many off-brand root beers they had left in the gray van. The day started with a cool shower and fried bagels. You learn to appreciate bagels a lot less on 18 day field trips. As I sat there, under the sun, after breakfast, I imagine all of the drama and intensity of lives who had hid here in the Refugee camp.
The sweet man, Pio, who welcomes the Refugees into his camp, was very welcoming to us as well. He knows the school from past years and is a very happy, emotional man.
The trip had its highs and its lows. "Brother-sister" love took its worst at times but all in all, we got along fine. So many adventures in a van of seven adolescents and three adults. Through Texas, Tennessee, Louisiana, and the very border of Mexico. Though because of drug wars in Mexico, we didn't go across, we saw enough. 19 days would have been too much. -Tessa
Tuesday, May 4
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