Sunday morning.
We wanted to go to our ward in Guatemala but also wanted to see the chapel where my parents first went to, where they met, and attended before getting married.
We first drove to the church where my parents started out in. It is in Zona 9. It had a fence around it and someone had to come out to let us in. |
We walked down the hallways but we had to be quiet because church services were going on. |
From two to 25 Fajardos (only 14 on this trip). |
These kids are awesome and they found ways to stay entertained. |
We have a picture of us in this same spot when we were little. I guess my mom was not in the original picture and I did not want to climb up on the ledge. |
Our family in Guatemala with a photo bomber in the back (Brianna!) |
My brother Julio and his son Cedric. So handsome! |
Our ginormous group! |
My view during a portion of the drive. |
And it got dark! And dark literally means dark! But we had to keep driving to our destination! |
This poor guy was like "all of this luggage! How do we take it all?" |
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We finally made it to Denny's beach. Starving of course so we had to get some food. It seemed like no one else was at the resort but us? |
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