Headed Home

We stayed up way too late after our dinner out last night, hanging out around the pool, not wanting to let go of the trip quite yet. This morning we're enjoying our last breakfast at this wonderful buffet. Brazilian coffee, fresh watermelon, papaya and other melons, made-to-order omelettes of egg or this tapioca powder stuff I can't remember the name of... "It's made from yucca" (pronounced yooooka), which is something we've heard a lot this week.

We joked at one point that we were not the mission team who would be wearing matching t-shirts through the airport. We're cooler than that. But now the kids are all wearing their matching souvenir, bright-yellow Brasil soccer jerseys. And Jeremy (part of the film crew, grew up in Recife as a missionary kid) taught them the Brasil team chant that fans sing in the stands at matches. So now not only will almost half our team have matching shirts, they'll probably tramp through the airport singing, "Le le leo, le leo, le leo, le leo BRASIL!!" So much for going incognito.  It's a perfect ending.

Tchau!