¡Mi Cumpleaño!

Today was move-in day for the US volunteers. They came from the airport in droves: first the Philadelphia and Baltimore groups, and then Montana followed by Miami. When everybody was safely in the compound, we totaled 39 people. Holy smokes this is going to be an interesting week!

As I understand it, the groups are composed of various high school youth groups and their chaperones and some "freelancers" who signed up individually for this time slot. There are also 3 or 4 trip leaders (that's me). Apparently, that is supposed to mean that I know what's going on. That is very rarely the case. Especially because quite a few people have been here more than once, and the closest I ever came was a two hour layover in the San Salvador airport. But I'm good at pretending!

I didn't really tell most people about my birthday. This is unusual for me because, as bad as it sounds, I love my birthday. But Sister Gloria found out somehow and after supper, I was served a huge, coffee icing-covered chocolate cake. I think she may have guessed at the flavor, but I couldn't have been more thrilled.