Of the 41 people who went to Belize, we only had two male leaders. Because our Sexual Misconduct Prevention Policy states that we cannot sleep in the same room as kids, we roomed together. The interesting part was that there was only one bed. One twin bed.
Guys can be pretty funny about that sort of thing. I’m not sure why; one guy sleeps on one side of the bed, and the other guy sleeps on the other side of the bed, and that’s it. Still, it was an awkward moment. I offered to see if maybe they had a cot.
The other man said that wasn’t necessary, and so we made do with the accommodations we were given. By the end of the day, we were so tired it didn’t much matter anyway—we both just went right to sleep.
Personal space is an interesting concept, a luxury that perhaps we take for granted. Many (most?) of the people we worked with in live in very small homes (shacks, really) of maybe 400 to 600 square feet. And in those tiny homes there would be 13 people or more crammed in.
So really, when you come right down to it, just the fact that the two of us had a twin bed was a blessing. It was far more than many of the people we encountered had—a reason to be grateful rather than being upset; to give thanks rather than griping or complaining.