Now that was a real adventure!

     This adventure is coming to an end as I sit here in the Atlanta airport. I wish I've hard more time to write down everything that has happened...I keep saving the best stories for when I can actually have time to write it, without rushing.

     I was just thinking, I won't have to hand wash my dishes anymore after dinner. Not that I minded, I really kind of enjoyed it. After everything meal we'd all line up at the sinks and wash all the dishes. We had to use the strangest soap I've ever seen. It was in a tuberware box, and the substance was that of slightly wet cement. Strange.

    I'm dreading "PMS" ( Post-Mission-Syndrome ). Mark warned us that it will seriously just suck. Apparently, once we arrive home, we will most likely be irritated at our family, friends and even our American lifestyle. Life will most likely seem dull and shallow. We might feel lonely, maybe even a bit depressed for a short time. We'll even miss the cold showers. I suppose maybe it's slightly similiar to the feeling you get when a play, show or movie ends. When I finish a production, the first few weeks after seem awfully lonely and pointless, after working so hard on something. I just hope that once I return home, that somehow God can once again fill my life with something worthwhile and meaningful, for this has been a worthwhile adventure!

Now we're twenty minutes from arriving at the Charlotte airport. I'm feeling a mixture of emotions. I know the tears will probably come on the car ride home or as I lay in bed...alll alone. With no one to giggle at, or get mad at for snoring. Reality will hit me face on in less than half an hour. I think that was part of the reason why I loved the trip so much. I was able to escape my reality as I've always known it. Not that my life is awful, for I live quite a lovely life- especially after seeing al the poverty there. But there were no distractions there...no cell phone, no facebook...and it was amazing.

    I'm going to miss our translators too. We all became really close to them. I became closest to David and Carlos. Carlos was like my protector on the trip. Whenever he saw a man on the street talking to me, he would always come over and make sure everything was okay; usually giving the man one of his threatening looks. It made me feel better, knowing that he had my back. It was terrible sad to say goodbye...Which is why we refused to tell them bye, but instead, "Hasta Luego!"

Well, the plane is about to land. I gues it really is time to say hasta luego to the trip, the country and the incredible experiences. Now that was a real adventure!