The last day at the church.

Monday was our last day at the church. We had a lot of work to get fininshed and a lot of sad goodbyes to say. It was the hottest day we had seen so far and probably the hardest work day just because we were trying to finish up everything. By this time, my body was all messed up. I've never had swelled ankles and stuff like that. I had cankles. Yup...I couldn't tell my calves from my ankles. Even though I was drinking plenty of water, my body was retaining every drop. That made working that much more difficult.

As the day passed, I gave away all of my tools and things of that nature that I had brought on the trip. I also tried to get some good pictures of the people that we had worked with all week. This is a picture taken with Rico, the guy that called me the "large American". Those two boys hanging on me are Menards on the left and Gilbert on the right.