Oil.

McDonald's decided to give me a day off today. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to completely enjoy my day of bliss because I spent four hours in a library taking an online psychology course. Just for those of you who were wondering, summer long mission trips and school don't mix very well -- especially if the place that you are staying at has no internet. However, I am learning to manage my time, which is a blessing, I'm sure.

When I got back to the Sandman (our condo/hotel if I failed to mention the name before) someone told me that the oil had finally arrived onto the shore. As I walked out onto the beach, I was overcome with the most eerie feeling. The beach was completely dead. There were no birds, no screaming kids, no volleyball -- the wind was not even blowing. Moving towards the water, I realized that there were no wakes, either. I have never seen the ocean so flat. It felt like I was standing in front of the biggest lake I could imagine. Eventually, I saw the Akers family and walked down the shore with them. Disgusting blackness was lining where the tide had recently receded. Some were in small patches, and others took up a fairly large amount of space. We could even see the filth floating in the water.

It's a bit of a sad feeling to think that the beach will no longer be beautiful and white, but I know that there will be people out daily cleaning in an attempt to keep it as it was. Anyway, that's all I have for you. Just a tiny update on Project.

-Matt