I started packing, but then I stopped. It's raining again here in Sri Lanka. They are in a severe drought and this rain sounds furious about it. The thunder and wind are intense. The lights come and go, and the streets outside my window that have been busy with tuk tuks, buses, and ladies walking with colorful umbrellas to block the sun have emptied. Only the water rushes down the street now. I ordered my...
Going with the flow and trusting The Lord for his grace, sufficiency, stength and words have already been quickly put into practice since arriving back in Sri Lanka. Let's get this out of the way: It's hot here. I sweat a lot, my hair is a mess, my clothes have been worn repeatedly (except for what I have been saving for my sessions at camp) and the stretching has already begun. Now let me say...
"Ciao Bella" is a really lovely way to be greeted. I like my mom's italian cooking and American Pizza. The dollar doesn't go very far in Europe. I hope no one ever learns how to make the chocolate crescents this hotels has on the breakfast table. I have almost walked my legs off. Rome is an amazing place. People are people no matter where you go. They get up, they go to work. They...
