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I tried to upload them, but it didn't work out.

I definitely prefer Barbados to Trinidad, if you’re curious, but I’m having fun here.

We got in on Thursday night, and the hotel is not quite as nice as we’d expected. When it’s a really big hotel and it has the biggest water park in the Caribbean (which is really not that big) and a sauna and a gym and stuff, you expect it to be kind of awesome. But it really isn’t. It’s kind of sketch. Kind of dirty. It made us realize how good we had it at the Magic Isle, particularly because we have to travel quite a ways to get to the beach here, whereas we just walked out back to the ocean back in Barbados. However, the shower here is infinitely better than Becky’s and mine was at the Magic Isle.

The conference is going well so far, though it’s pretty intense. Every morning we have two speakers who talk for a good 45 minutes or so at least, and this is after about half an hour of worship. So, I mean, it’s good, but it’s exhausting. And then we have workshops in the afternoon and more stuff in the evening, except that we went to the beach today, which was pretty lame because it was raining. Trinidad is not known for its beaches. But I ate shark and we had some good bonding time, and then tonight made it all worth it.

As I mentioned before, we had to represent America in ten minutes, and we conferred about it several times and really didn’t come up with much other than “I Saw the Light.” And that is just about all we had planned. We were last after all these other countries who were dressed up in ethnic garb and had dances choreographed and everything else, and we just decided to dress up in the most hickish clothes we had and wing it. So we girls braided our hair and put on fake freckles and we got up there and Becky & I taught everyone the dosie-doe and we got up and danced and Graham and Jeffrey played and we sang I Saw the Light and the Happy Song and everyone got SO INTO IT! EVERYONE got up in the front with us and were dancing and singing—the islanders were doing the dosie-doe—and some guy got behind the drum set at some point and then they called for an encore and we sang this awesome song that Graham knew and IT WAS AWESOME! The eight of us white kids led probably a hundred islanders in a huge Southern Gospel dance party! It was amazing! We were SO pumped up and we were just having fun and praising God like crazy. I just wish I had taken a video or something so you could even begin to imagine what it was like.

It’s really cool to be here with so many people from so many different countries. I had a fun time today on the bus talking with these 3 kids from Trinidad, and I’ve met people from Suriname, Guyana, Jamaica, etc. It’s so exciting. It’s so cool to be a foreigner.

I am looking forward to coming home, but NOT to being away from these people. They have become so much like family that it would just be stupid for us never to be together again. We’re already planning reunions. I will miss them even more than I will miss the sea. That said, I cannot wait to get a meal at Cracker Barrel.

It’s pretty late now, so I think I will go wash the eyeliner freckles off my face, finish watching Who Wants to Be a Millionaire with my Project family and go to bed. Goodnight.