I woke up that morning dreaming of roosters. After breakfast, we traveled to Red Frog Island, which is a popular tourist beach. It was really cloudy, but we were hopeful that it would clear up. Our boat driver, Benson, was an American who had come to Panama for a vacation between semesters in medical school, and just never went back - at least that is what he told us.
The beach was beautiful, but it never really cleared up and by the time we started home, it was pouring rain. The boat ride back took double the time because of the weather and we all ended up soaking wet. We finally made it back to the house we were staying in and tried to wait out the rain before leaving. Eventually, we made it back to Almarante, where members of the community, and Brian, were waiting at a local store to buy some of the things on our investment list. It was very humbling to see them in the store going line by line on the investment plan, picking out equipment. It was also very encouraging to actually get to see tangible evidence of our brigade.
That night, we started our long journey back to Panama City. We made it to Davíd and stayed in the same hotel we had stayed in on the way there. I slept really well that night. In a warm, dry bed without a net.
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