Call me a little piggy all you want, but food is always on my mind– and it’s definitely not a high point at training camp. The portions are small, about a third of what I normally eat, and the food is foreign. We’ve had curry chicken (not a fan), meatballs and rice (a deliciously strange combo), ugalu (an african dish made of corn that tastes like grits and rice) and one blissful meal of hotdogs, chips, and popsicles. The worst, by far, was the crunchy, salty, little fried minnow I ate today. I had to break off its head cuz I couldn’t stand it looking at me as I ate it. My teammates made me try it and chanted my name as I plugged my nose and swallowed; we’re takin on challenges this summer and we are so ready for it. Despite the food and my discomfort (including my bugspray, deoderant, and shampoo exploding), I’ve never felt more free and alive. There is an energy and spirit about my teammates that allows me to be positive and bold even with a growling stomach. They are uplifting, diverse, and absolutely willing to put themselves out there and campaign for Christ. God is putting my comfort in Him and in my amazing new friends rather than in my usual bowls of ice cream. I’m up for the challenge and ready to rumble. 🙂
But we’ve got a 3 AM flight tomorrow, so goodbye with love for now! Next stop, Nicaragua!
