Same Blue Track, Different Country.

Not long after we arrived in Panajachel, Guatemala the kids were doing what kids do…playing.  The went through their bags and found their blue track and Hot Wheels cars.  Before long they were playing with the neighbors kids and everyone was laughing.  The best part: the neighbor kids didn’t speak English and our kids didn’t speak Spanish.  The kids were united in the language of play and tonight was a witness that play is a universal language.  I was proud of our kids for pushing their comfort limits and knocking on the neighbors door with their track and cars in hand.  When we push our comfort limits we grow.  

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