Sunday we’d journeyed back to Guatemala City and the familiar Hotel Biltmore. I continued to marvel over Compassion, International’s attention to every detail so we could focus on interacting with the volcanoes, the winding roads, the beautiful people, the fresh local fruits, the local’s faith seasoned by daily reliance on God for food, for safety; things I often forget to mention in either prayers or praise.

On our 2015 Guatemalan vacation, we strolled Antigua’s streets, bought textiles of a dozen textures and colors, hiked a volcano, and sipped espresso at cafe Fat Cat’s, a finca (coffee farm) and anywhere else they poured. Indigenos brightened the scenery as they sold wares, shared food, tended to babies, and worked the land. I looked for Juana and Wilmer everywhere we traveled, including Guate, Antigua, Panajachel, Santa Cruz, and Nahuala.