Well, it has certainly been a long day, starting at 2:30 a.m., Warsaw time. Packing, stuffing, consolidating and organizing luggage followed by meeting everyone at Grace. Our group then enjoyed a comfortable ride in a 15 passenger van to O'Hare. Talk about sleep deprivation! After O'Hare, San Juan in Puerto Rico, and finally arriving in Tortola after a 30 minute flight from P.R. in a twin engine plane. (The brevity of this travel description should indicate how long the day has been...)
So. We have arrived! Flying into the islands was breathtaking and picturesque, to say the least. The most noticeable difference between the U.S. and Tortola was the wave of heat hitting passengers when exiting the plane, which was a welcome relief after continuous air conditioning. Words cannot justify the brilliant sunshine hitting the blue-green waters and the luscious, hilly islands.
Hills. In order to arrive at our villa, we experienced the crazy, stick-shift navigating necessary to survive the Tortola hills. I think "mountains" is a better term. Sometimes driving vertically, it seemed, we could see for miles around the island. However, when driving, I think we could all agree we'd rather be safe than have a perfect view. Yeah, it was steep driving. Oh, and on the left side of the road! All part of the British cultural experience.
The photo included was taken at a nearby beach after we had dropped off our luggage. The ocean is salty, but deliciously warm. It's my kind of I-don't-want-to-do-anything-but-lay-around-and-read weather. However, the group has another early start tomorrow and a long day of scuba diving training. Hopefully I'll have the underwater camera figured out enough to include a good shot with the post tomorrow evening.
Concluding thought of the day: God is very creative and I'm sure he loves warm weather.
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