George provides boots in many sizes.
While we were taking our morning break, Gabriel, a cute little tyke,belonging to one of the cooks,
Lunchtime was called. No one was too hungry or certain about eating, but we filled our plates and sat down around the tables. As we were finishing the meal, Geiselle, one of the cooks who had come from Grecia was led out towards the toilet. She and another young lad, not from our group, were then taken away in another vehicle. Oh, no! More fall victim to what was seeming like an epidemic.
George sent word that all work was to stop. No one knew what was causing the sickness. He and Steve were still away. We had not seen them since they had left in the morning.
Our somber group gathered atop, around and between the mattresses of our sleeping quarters to hold hands and pray. We asked God for protection and healing. The local pastor and the food prep crew joined our circle. There before our Almighty God we raised voices in English and Spanish, blending our hearts in prayer and worship.
We waited, then. To hear some news, trying not to imagine our stomachs churning or worrying about someone else being carried away. There were half -hearted card games started to pass the time, while others rested or read. We began to take our showers. Steve was staying in the local pastor's apartment, which had a bedroom with a double bed and a bathroom with a large tiled shower area. It was directly behind the dining room. He had offered the shower to us women to use. A nice gesture on his part and a little piece of comfort for us. Little things do mean a lot!
Surely, we had seen the worst of our stay. Things would have to get better. But little did we know what a rainforest thunderstorm was like! Our troubles were not yet over.