Concert Choir Tour Day Seventeen: The Day Before Day Eighteen

Aloha!

The boys are on a new code we just invented called “Code Silencio Greeno”.  Some of their voices are a little tired from seventeen days of excitement so nothing more than a whisper is permitted for an hour this morning.  They can play their games and everything else they want, but we want to try to limit the amount of noise we make.  It’s glorious.

This morning we packed our bags and said our goodbyes to the great people of Bella Vista, AR. They had a lot of great things to say about the boys and I think all of them waited until the bus pulled-out to leave so they could wave to the boys on the way out.  It was a very good stay.  Four of our boys took it upon themselves to sing for their host dad an a cappella rendition of “The Marine Corp Hymn” since he wasn’t able to be at the concert.  That was from Jacob K., Chris H., Arteom K., & Josh O.  Very nice.

We were loaded up and on the road ahead of schedule.  The boys were a little wound-up this morning, but historically the day before we get home is one of the best of the tour.  They have the enough energy to get done what they need to do and the knowledge to do it.  A great combination.

The only real thing we had to get done today was bus related.  With a lot of miles on the freeway, we knew a good truck wash would be available somewhere along the route.  The mission was to stop at one today and give this old girl a good bath so she was shined up by the time we got to Nowthen tomorrow.  I think I was more impressed by the shiny rims than Rodney was, but both of us were pretty tickled.  The Blue Beacon Truck Wash did a fantastic job.

The rest of the morning has been pretty mellow.  The boys are all relaxing and playing their games.  Some of the older ones are taking naps on their own.  That is one good way to pass the time.  After lunch we will probably play some BINGO and if we have any battery power left on the phones/laptops, I will try to get some more of your questions answered.  (If we don’t get to them, you may need to ask the boys TOMORROW when we get home.)

I will write later tonight when we get to the motel.  Until then,

-P.J.