The first day of our trip, I rose early. Just like I would back home. I was up and out by 5:30am. It was a little strange. Being in a foreign country, knowing no one, your only alternative is to take a deep breathe and trust the Lord. I began doing a little investigating of this beautiful place in which I had just spent the night. It was beautiful. While I was out investigating I met my new early morning buddy, Charles. Charles had arrived from San Marcos, TX earlier on Sunday than I had so I had not had the opportunity to meet him and the rest of his group. He had his camera out just like me. I took a chance and asked him if he were with Buckner, phew, he was. We became fast friends and had a great time that morning discovering the beauty of this great place.
We went out to get pictures of the volcano across the street from the Vista Real Hotel. It was beautiful. Sometimes it is too cloudy or foggy to see the top. That morning the Lord so orchestrated it that Charles and I got to see the beauty of it all. We made it to the median and then the floodgates of traffic were opened.
There we were taking pictures and wondering how in the world will we get back across the street. Traffic on either side flying by us. Something began to resound in my head. This is universal. Traffic back home is hectic. People going to work, getting children to school. Children catching the school bus, universal. It happens throughout the world, life. 
Took us a little longer than we thought it would but we finally made it back across to our hotel. I can hardly wait for breakfast.
