Havi, Mindy, Naty, Alan, Darwin and Ronne…. We were toast with you. You gave endless amounts of energy, went without sleep and certainly rushed through your meal to speak to us, speak for us. You translated our hearts, our thoughts and our tears. Many times my Italian hands- ha! I am so sad that you live so far. Thank you for caring for us, the reassuring looks and the watchful eyes over our inquisitive and daring teenagers! Thank you for interpreting our hearts and not always our words that even with the right intention may have been painful to receive. Thank you for tolerating my terrible Spanish and for keeping us out of trouble. You are not “just translators”, you are our friends and the hands and feet of Jesus in a thousand ways! I hope to see you again, but if I don’t, I am eternally grateful!!! Love, the crazy one Havi played worship music on his Ukulele and Mindy is a mom to a sweet baby gurl (she's 6) and her husband is a lawyer. Her dream is to lead these trips! Alan is a...