The Food Court Hero

Today I bused into work and thanks to the lovely bus schedule near my house arrived at my destination thirty minutes before I started work. I work at a mall so half an hour extra time around dinner time means go-to-the-food-court-and-get-fries in my mind, which I did. I got me some delectable fries at NYF, watched them get fried fresh, collected my salt and vinegar packets, grabbed some napkins. Finally the steaming cup of fries was put on my tray and I turned around to find a seat…

Well apparently I turned too quickly because my cup of fries upset and hurled themselves onto the floor. Disappointed I pushed them out of the way with my foot, looked sadly at the remaining dozen in the cup and went to a seat to at least enjoy THEM.

I’d just got my book out of my bag when one of the workers at Arby’s came over and said, “If you tell them what happened, they’ll probably give you a new one.” I smiled and kinda shock my head, explaining it had been my fault, I’d paid for them, I didn’t want put them out asking for another. He said, “well I’ll ask them.” So he did! He went over to NYF and explained the sorry incident he’d just witnessed (aka my immense clumsiness and compact explanation of why I’m not a waitress) and then beckoned me over, they were going to give me a new cup of fries =) I thanked him and the NYF people as much as possible and happily went off to enjoy my new cup of fries! (This time I held the tray with one hand and the cup of fries with the other juuust to make sure!)

They were tasty fries.

-B

I feel your pain taker-of-the-picture-I-found-on-google…

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And here we are again!

So, February 26, my last blog post. A lot has happened since then… I’m no longer sick, I’m eating mini eggs, I uploaded a video today, and, oh yeah, I spent a month in Romania!

The trip was amazing, I loved it from start to finish. We got to meet so many great people and do all sorts of things we’d never have had the chance to do otherwise.
I wrote an email home every day of the trip and over the next few days I’ll be spell-checking and editing those to post them on their appropriate days on here along with pictures. If you’re up for it, once they’re all there, make a cuppa tea (or coffee for all you sickos ;P) and read through the past month with me. I hope it’ll be worth the time ;D

While you wait in eager anticipation for those posts though, I have my new video from today, my Romania footage pieced together into something that’s hopefully fun to watch =D It has footage from a variety of places we went: helping/visiting/speaking/running kids’ programs in villages around our main base in Romania, visiting an orphanage in Moldova, helping with a kindergarten/preschool in far-eastern Romania, trip to Istanbul, etc… And, like I said, I’ll upload pictures along with the daily posts so you’ll get to see some of those as well if you’re interested.

I look forward to getting back into the swing of blogging, it’s been nearly two months and even then I wasn’t being very good about doing it daily! We’re starting up again! (Also, my blog past it’s first birthday on April 3! yay ;D)

 

Talk to you tomorrow! (and in the past…. ;D)
-B

Gypsy Market and Speaking: March 9

Today was oober busy, it felt like five days all in one!

We started the morning leaving the house at 8:30 and heading out to the gyspy market, about a 40min drive or so. E  was with us because he stayed overnight at R&D’s because he was our translator for today. Once we got there we all piled out of the van to walk through the market. It happens in a parking lot and only on Sunday mornings (not even sure if it’s every Sunday, might be once a month) but everyone brings their wares in their cars: pots, pans, detergents, homemade cheese, meci (“meech” a sausage type thing that has baking soda in it to make it plump apparently. we didn’t try any today, but maybe another day =S), random odds and ends, live animals, etc. So we wandered through the market looking at stuff. Team-leader-R was looking to see if they had a lamb and said he’s wanted to buy a pig, but couldn’t today as we weren’t going home until late tonight. It was pretty chilly and VERY windy today so the not as many sellers came and set up as usual (so we were told), but it was still pretty cool! Like a farmer’s market meets garage sale meets gypsies =D

Blanketed horses hitched to a cart at the Sunday gypsy market

Blanketed horses hitched to a cart at the Sunday gypsy market

 

Looking down to the Sunday gypsy market from the road

Looking down to the Sunday gypsy market from the road

And this little piggy went to market...

And this little piggy went to market…

Looking cold but having fun! L-R friend-J, E, J, me, D

Looking cold but having fun!
L-R friend-J, E, J, me, D

We were going to be preeeeeetty early for church with the time we were making so we stopped in at the Orthodox Church in the nearby village. They had their service running and it was pretty interesting if not a bit strange (mostly because we couldn’t understand what was going on, E didn’t really know the Orthodox traditions either so he couldn’t really explain). It was beautiful old building, high ceiling on the inside, icons painted on the walls in dark colours, mostly lit be candlelight except for a huge chandelier in the main room the was electric light. The main room was packed so we just stayed in the foyer and watched through the doorway. People would buy candles and light them and put them in candleabras in the foyer (which were apparently candles for the dead) but then some people would go up to this little doorway at the front and suddenly the priest would appear and take the candles and close the door again. We only saw him when he was taking the candles and when he moved this curtain in the middle of the front part to just kinda stand there and then close it again. It was weird. I kind of wish I’d taken a picture there but I felt weird about it with all these little old ladies in their thick dresses and headscarves saying (what I assume to be) their prayers while they watched us, so I didn’t pull a obnoxious-tourist and take a picture. It was mostly tiny old ladies, some younger people, but then again, everyone looks older than they are here, they just seem to physically age faster.

Once we were done listening to a service that none of us really understood we reloaded ourselves into the van and headed into the city where we were having the service today. it took place in a little house that had probably been two rooms but was now just one big open room and there were about 30-50 people there. We had one song, led by one of the ladies in the congregation singing acapella and then the children did a little mini-concert for the mum’s for Mother’s Day/week. It was super cute, about 16 3-15 year old singing away and then punctuating the songs with little recitations. E said at one point “Oh, its a promise!” so I’m thinking they were either singing or reciting a little promise to their mums, very sweet =D After them B, D and I spoke about our mum’s and something they’ve taught us. B talked about the importance of Mother-child relationships, D talked about her mum teaching her selflessness and love, and I talked about MY MUMMY and about the health struggles shes had (*my mum suffers from kidney failure) and her faith and perseverance in prayer. It all seemed to go over well… After us, team-leader-D spoke about what it means to be a Mother and talked a bit about her own kids and being a other herself.

When the service finished everyone crowded up to shake our hands and say hello. They’e great at greeting guests here, everyone basically lines up and you have a receiving line =D after our receiving line we went out for lunch to get Shawarma so basically, I think I’m an Avenger now. (I wasn’t overly fond of it, I mean it was fine, but I probably wouldn’t have it again BUT I AM, LIKE, TOTALLY AN AVENGER NOW)

First shawarma I AM AN AVENGER!

First shawarma I AM AN AVENGER!

Theeeeen, then we went to the funeral for the lady whose wake we went to last night. As I said, it was very cold and windy today so we wore lots of layers. Apparently lots isn’t enough because the service was outside. There was a crowd of people in the yard of the house and when everyone had arrived (probably mainly when all the pastors had arrived) they brought out the still-open casket with the body and put it on a table in the yard and then we had a service. They sang a song acapella (we were told that you DO NOT use instruments at a funeral) and then a Pastor got up and spoke for a long long time (like it was probably only about 30-40 minutes but it feels like hours when you’re frozen and can’t understand). E did his best at translating from across the yard from the speaker and listening through the wind but we got a bit of a jumbled version of the message. Another pastor closed in prayer and then the open-casket was moved into a wagon and everyone walked to the cemetery following the horse-drawn wagon. We followed in the car (socially acceptable, rich people’s funerals will have everyone following behind in cars from the home to the cemetery holding down their horns and honking loudly. Yesterday we saw a funeral procession that must have been 40-50 cars long. I never realized how mournful a sound a car horn is). At the graveyard the casket (still open) was placed on wooden supports over the grave which was tucked away int he back corner of the graveyard behind a crypt. The woman was a single lady and I’m sure very poor so they probably couldn’t afford a better spot. One of the other pastors gave a message. E was standing with R&D while we stood a little apart so we didn’t get any translation on this one. It was colder at the graveyard, surrounded by open fields and it was about the graveyard-iest graveyard I’ve ever seen. It was very large, old, traditional tombstones, crypts, bitter wind, grey overcast sky, crows circling cawing loudly overhead. It was kind of creepy. They sang a funeral song and then the family came up to say their goodbyes. The woman’s sister was weeping and she seemed to be accompanied by her husband, daughter and grandchildren. Once the goodbyes were said the sister was led away with the rest of the family and they got into a car and left, then the casket was lowered down into the grave and most people threw a handfull of dirt in. The men who’d lowered the casket then began shovelling dirt in from two large piles on the graves to either side. Everyone left then and it was just the guys left to cover it over.

The funeral procession going into the graveyard.

The funeral procession going into the graveyard.

We went from a gravesite to a hospital to see a new baby! We went to see one of the pastors’ new grandsons, and his daughter. The baby was very sweet, but before we got to the right area we made a wrong turn down what seemed to be an unused hallway. It was like an asylum ward, no lights in the hall, large fogged glass windows in the doors, weird light coming through. Creeeeeeeepy (*but then when we went to hospital for visits later those ended up unfortunately being very similar to what the in-use rooms look like. Very communist-era)

From the hospital we went to a nice sit down restaurant for supper and then went out to another church, bigger one this time, probably nearer to 100 people. J and either D or friend-J were going to speak and were going to be followed up by team-leader-D, so J spoke and did really well, D spoke, and did really well, and then team-leader-R said that team-leader-D wasn’t feeling very well so they wanted another of us girls to come up instead and then he asked B to go up. She was pretty surprised but gamely grabbed her notebook and went up and spoke, and it was very good too. E was translating for all of us from English to Romanian and then he sat with us as the pastor gave the message to translate Romanian to English. Once the pastor was done we had communion.

Team-leader-R had told us we’d be having communion and I asked him if it’d be real wine (because I know more traditional places, like this, sometimes are) and he said possibly, but not for sure. Soo when we get there I see the communion stuff set out of the table and the drink is in a Fanta bottle so I think, well they’re using Fanta grape juice, that’s all fine then. Now they do communion in one communal cup so thankfully we were up at the front and went first but the pastor held the cup and tipped it for each of us to drink. As the “Fanta” enters my mouth, I realize, nope, not Fanta, definitely not Fanta. As it burns down my throat I find that it’s most certainly communion WINE, no Fanta here! Also the way the do communion is they keep circling the congregation if there’s extra bread or wine till it’s gone. There was extra bread so we had another piece and then we start to worry, what if there’s extra wine and we all have to take a second sip of real wine after everyone in the whole room has had a sip!? (There was no extra wine)

The music at the church was great, it’s a gypsy church so it’s authentic gypsy music, accordion, guitar (kinda spanish sounding), and loud energetic singing and clapping (B was in her element, she had – to quote her – “A clapathon going on with the guy next to [her]”). After church was done every came up and shook our hands, lots of the teenage girls came up to us an asked up our names and we did our best to make conversation with their broken English and our lack of Romanian they were super sweet though! It’s fun trying to find ways to communicate with everyone =D

One the way home we picked up the wife of one of the men at the church to drive her to one of the other towns to stay with a friend overnight because she needed some papers for something to do with the baby (who was probably about one and came with her). The baby and I had fun tapping each others hands and babling at each other until she got hungry and then mum just breastfed her right there in the car without a blanket. It was night and pitch black so we couldn’t see anything but it was a little different nonetheless! Baby’s gotta eat, baby’s gotta eat!

Now, here’s a great story from last night (*which I may get slapped on the wrist for putting up here ;D) B’s funeral taboo story: Yesterday, at the wake, we were all handing out cupcakes and B was asked to go inside to hand some out to the ladies sitting in there. She was giving them out in the room the the body was lying in state in and she went to pass the cupcakes to someone and then realized she was passing them over the body and thought “ack what if she dropped them?” She realized her error too late, the little ladies were all freaking out (not angry, but stopping her from doing it as quickly as possible) and one grabbed her hands and pulled her (and the tray) back and started circling her hands above the feet of the body. B was so confused and embarrassed, it was hilarious! She came back outside totally wide-eyed and shell-shocked. But now you know, don’t pass cupcakes over a dead body, not cool!

Alrighty, have a good day!! Miss you all!
Byeeeeeeeee!
-Becky

Kids Program and a Wake: March 8

This morning us girls went to Roseti (the “i” is silent in almost every word here. For example, Cālārasi is pronounced calaresh etc.) while the boys went out with T for Saturday morning soccer in a couple nearby villages. So we went to Roseti (ignore the i) to work with a kids program they run every Saturday down there. Outstrenched Hands (which Brad runs, they’re the ones who head up the Hope Centre) run the kids program so E (our friend from yesterday, helped us with translating sometimes and just came  to hang out other times =D) and A (another friend from yesterday, an American girl who moved out to Romania three years ago to work with the Outstretched Hands team) and a couple of the others who we met yesterday were there.

About twenty kids came and they started off with a worship time (very energetic), then one of the other leaders spoke (A translated it for us). She spoke about Mothers a bit because today is officially “Mother’s Day” here and then E spoke a bit about his mum (he ended up calling her on speaker phone for the kids, it was super cute =D) and then we made a craft (daffodils made of drinking straws and tissue streamers) and had a snack (chips and pop, seems to be the most standard snack type thing anywhere here.) E came out with us for the day so once we were done at the kids program we went out for soup with him and team-leader-R and E is hilarious, it was really fun. D and B had some soup and Reinhard did too but I wasn’t feeling great so once again, I didn’t eat anything. E shared with us about his life a bit and how he became involved in Outstretched Hands.

Once we were done with food we all came back to R&D’s (about 2ish) and then we were home for about two hours. The boys were still out with T playing soccer in a couple villages so we didn’t really see them all day until we met them at a gas station while heading out to another village tonight. I don’t remember the names of the villages but we went to two. We got to the first one just after five and we were all as a group, us five, R&D, E, and T and then we met up with the pastor of that village’s church and his son. We were going to have a ladies meeting there originally but then one of the ladies passed away last night so that was cancelled but they still wanted to do something for the ladies as it’s Mother’s Day(*/weekend/week) so we came out to give a flower, chocolates, and a scarf to each of the ladies in Pastor M’s church. We went to each of their houses and gave them the gifts and prayed with them; they often invited us into their houses. Their houses were all so tiny, and so many people would be in each house. We didn’t really see much inside because we were walking from place to place within the village and its been raining so much that its very muddy (all the streets in the villages are dirt, now mud) so we would just stand in their front room or outside the front door.

We did that till about 7:30 (about two and a half hours) and then we drove to the neighbouring village for the wake. It was totally dark by then and there were a bunch of people standing around by the house when we arrived. We went into the house when we arrived and the house was so tiny and already so packed out that we didn’t all fit into the room where the body was lying so I (quite contentedly) didn’t see the body. Team-leader-R spoke with E translating to the woman’s sister who was inside where the body was laid in the coffin with some other ladies (friends and family I assume). After he was done we went outside and team-leader-D wasn’t really sure how long we were going to be there, she said sometimes these funerals can go until morning and a couple pastors were supposed to be coming to speak and have a service. Somehow it was decided that team-leader-R was going to buy food for the funeral so we went to this little bar/corner store place (kinda like a gas station food selection attached to a bar) and find some bread and cheese and salami and pop and stuff. Then we went back to the house and unloaded all that stuff and we’d brought the cupcakes we made yesterday for the ladies meeting which was, of course, cancelled, so we brought those and handed them out at the funeral. It was kind of sad serving the cupcakes out because you can tell by the way people take them that for one, sweets are an extreme rarity, and, some of them possibly haven’t eaten properly or at all all day.

By then it was already like 8:45 and the pastors still hadn’t shown up to have the service so team-leader-R knew it was going to go suuuuper late so we handed out all of the cupcakes and then we left to drive the 45 minutes back home. E is staying overnight and coming to church with us in the morning (I think he’s coming round with us all day again actually) and we found out he’s D’s twin/birthday buddy, they’re both the same month/day/year =D He was very excited to find that out. We’ve also finally convinced him that we are all, in fact, taller than him. He seems to think he’s much taller than he really is ;D I’m switching rooms with B tonight so I have to be allllll bYyyYyyy myyseeeEeeeleEEeeelLlff. But maybe I’ll sleep better, still haven’t been sleeping well at all… who knows. Early start tomorrow so I have to quickly jot some notes for talking about “Mothers” in a testimonial style anecdote thingy at church tomorrow. (Each of us girls and then team-leader-D are sharing something, they’re hardcore about Mother’s Day here!)

So I’m off! How are all of you? Any more snow? Anything exciting happening?
Miss you byeeeeeee!
-Becky

I have noooo pictures from today… Sorry!

Hope Centre and Cupcakes: March 7

So this morning we went to the Hope Centre in Chiselet (*The organization that runs it is Outstretched Hands of Romania if you’re interested in learning more about it). We we out of the house by 8:15am to be there in time for a bit of a mingle before the 9am start. We met a few of the team, a lot of young people, some from America, some from the surrounding areas, so that was fun. Then we sat on on their meeting, they had a worship time to start off, in Romanian of course, but we recognized a song or two and we able to sing along in English. It was really cool listening to it and seeing everyone getting into it even though not all of them speak Romanian or then during the English song, not all of them speak any Englshi (apparently I don’t speak English either so that’s great). E (*a Romanian member of the team who was our translator a number of times. He’s great, we quickly made friends with him), anyway E is B’s male Romanian twin – a very energetic singer/dancer/clapper so B was quite excited to try out some of her more elaborate clapping rhythms… 😉

Before the worship time started Brad Hayes (*who runs the Outstretched Hands program, learn more at their website, linked at the beginning) chose four of the team, two guys, two girls, to pray for people that the Lord led them to during the worship time, so as we worshipped these four walked around and the guys prayed for some of the guys and the girls prayed for the girls. One of the girls, came over and prayed for each of us girls, she speaks very little English so she prayed in Romanian, very sweet, she’s probably about our age maybe a little younger. Reminds me a bit of a friend I met at Vidcon, Alexi, which is funny because Alexi’s a pretty unique person so I found her a buddy! ;D

After the worship we had the meeting and the team finalized their plans for what they’re going to do with the Norwegian team of 50 that comes out on Monday! Sounds quite elaborate as they’re a public school music class coming out to do free performances and lead at churches and stuff. I kinda hope we’ll be somewhere at the same time as them during their week here, could be kind of fun!!

After the meeting some kids (I think they’re kids that do some classes at the Hope Centre as the other girls seemed to know them). I noticed them in the back while we were milling after and I waved so pretty soon the five of them had kinda magneted up to us asking us in broken English what our names were and telling us theirs. I sat down on a seat beside them and one of the girls was holding my braid (she pointed out what we think was that I had two braids, D had one and B had none) then my paleness was noticed as my cheek was stroked (I think I may be a china doll ;D) D was amused by how they were kind of thrown off by her skin colour (not quite sure what to classify her as, Canadian, Gypsy, etc. Not sure how many, if any, African people would be around here, Probably only those on visiting teams. *D is mixed race so has a mid-tone skin colour =D) Then one of the girls started saying picture? and motioning like a camera so B pulled hers out (I didn’t bring mine today, didn’t think I’d need it) and I think that oldest girl (the only one with any English) got a picture with every combination of us five that was possible, it was hilarious. She’d grab a few of us and a few of the other girls and place herself in the middle and get a picture and then rearrange us, B said she probably had over 20 photos, it was so funny! One of the girls had what I assume was a mother’s day card (*It’s Mother’s Day here in Romania on Sunday) so I complimented her flower, soon another girl with her card with a heart on it brought it up to be viewed and complimented, they were very sweet =)

With our friend at the Hope Centre with whom we took maaaaaaaaany photos =) L-R Me, D, our new friend, friend-J, J

With our friend at the Hope Centre with whom we took maaaaaaaaany photos =)
L-R Me, D, our new friend, friend-J, J

Once team-leader-R was done mingling we went out for pizza at a pizzaria in Chiselet. T&A were going to join us but she’s been getting some braxton hicks so they ended up driving into Bucharest and going to see the doctor. We had pizza, went to a big grocery store and then a produce market for groceries and then drove home. We had about an hour rest time/lie down/nap and then the guys were going to a men’s meeting and us girls were icing cupcakes for a womens meeting tomorrow evening. So us three, team-leader-D and A iced cupcakes that team-leader-D had made earlier and made some shepherds pie for when the menfolk got home for dinner. A kinda told us how she met T. She’s super open and very sweet. A is Romanian, she and T met when he moved out to stay with R&D. Then D shared some of her story and we all chatted about all sorts of things. D and A talked about home-births because A is worried about the doctor’s wanting bribes when she goes in to have the baby, (*The hospital system is preeeeeetty bad) but they don’t have midwives here, just state or private (and very expensive) hospitals.

All the cupcakes we iced! L-R A, me, cupcakes, D, B

All the cupcakes we iced!
L-R A, me, cupcakes, D, B

Anywho, boys got home, had dinner, chatted, T&A went home, us five had what will become or evening meeting (but hopefully they’ll be less than an hour next time) and we got ready for bed!

Our ladies’ meeting may not happen tomorrow now, one of the ladies, Team-leader-D’s mum’s prayer partner (middle-aged-older lady) passed away rather suddenly today, so team-leader-D said we may end up going to a funeral instead, but we’ll see how it ends up.

Soo yeah that was today!
Miss you guys, love you all!
Byeeeeeee
-Becky

Departures and Arriving: March 6

Here comes my novel of a Romania trip. It’s been over a month coming, nearly two in fact, but I have the time, I’ve graduated as part of the first class of interns from the Ironwood Training & Equipping Centre and have a bit of time off work to do this! 

We all met up at the airport at 10am, our flights weren’t til noon which was nice so we all arrived, checked in with no problems and then had to start up the goodbyes. Not only were we saying goodbye to our family, but us four interns were saying goodbye to our friend England-J who’d been doing a, I guess a more “intense” version of an internship…? He was one-on-one interning under our head pastor, but England-J’s from, get this, England and he would have gone home by the time we got back from our trip so we were possibly (but hopefully not!) saying goodbye for good. Everyone cried at some point in the goodbyes I think… Oh no, wait, not J, J’s a rock (Not England J, he cried lots ;D). So us four interns and our friend-J who was accompanying us as the people we were going to be working with had requested a second guy join our team (us interns are three girls and one guy). So, because I use first letters this could get confusing, we have, the interns: B, D, J, and me, and we have friend-J. Got that?

We made it through security fine, sat around at our gate and, well I can’t speak for the others but I was starting to feel a little shell-shocked… I’ve travelled by myself before, home from England, to and from Vidcon, but this felt different. It was just us, no “adult” team leader (J and B were the designated team leaders) and we were going to be in another country for a month, it just suddenly felt a bit overwhelming. And I wasn’t excited. Honestly I didn’t particularly want to go. I knew I’d have to be out of my comfort zone and living in close quarters with four other people for a month and I didn’t feel like it. Not a very good way to go into a mission trip but hey, there it is, I’m not perfect (surprise ;D)

Now, from this point on these posts will be composed of daily/near-daily emails sent home to my parents about the trip. Current time Becky edits will be in bracets with a whatever-this-is-called-*, like so: (*look, I edit).
Enjoy my trip diary:

Hi guys! I tried a facetime before going to bed but no one picked up… maybe tomorrow evening?

Well our Winnipeg flight left a little late but we made it into Toronto fine and found our way to our gate. We got some Timmies (*Tim Hortons, très Canadien ;D) sandwiches before getting on our long haul flight (last Timmies…!!) but the Toronto airport wifi wouldn’t work properly =S The Toronto to Frankfurt flight was rather uncomfortable. Extremely hot plane (kinda unusual, aren’t they usually cold?) and none of us (except friend-J) slept at all (*I can’t normally sleep in planes but it was an overnight flight so I reeeeaaaaally wanted to, but obvs couldn’t). When we landed in Frankfurt we didn’t have to do customs or pick up our bags, just go through a security check with carry-ons. The airport is HUUUUUUGE we had to take a shuttle bus to our gate and then another shuttle bus to the plane (which we boarded from the tarmac). The Frankfurt to Bucharest flight was pretty small, only 2×2 seats instead of 3×3 which is our “normal” domestic flights.

Once in Bucharest we just picked up our bags, went through “customs” (which was someone peering at our passport, asking where we flew in from and stamping it. Preeeeetty easy as customs go =D)

We met R&D (*our Romania team leaders. Couple from our church that moved to Romania about, err six years ago?) in the lobby area and then we loaded up their van (which we ended up packing out) and then we drove through Bucharest to one of the malls for food. I didn’t eat anything because I was feeling really queasy, I tried one of the others fries and my nausea spiked so I think no food then was a good idea. After we ate R asked if any of us wanted to wander through the mall but we were all completely exhausted, had been awake for about 24 hours at that point, so we didn’t mall-wander, we started the hour drive out to Rasa where we were staying for the month. Within probably about ten minutes, we were all five fast asleep and we slept for the whole drive. R&D said it was hilarious, they’ve never seen people fall asleep so fast. When we woke up on the craaaaazy bumpy road outside their house we all felt pretty groggy but once we fully woke up we felt better. 

R&D have a super nice house, very comfortable and cosy. They have four bedrooms, two of us girls in one (D and I for tonight), one in another (B for tonight, but we’re probably going to switch it up every night or so for who has to be alone), the boys in one, and then R&D’s. 

We unpacked our things and then went downstairs to chat (as well as we could through foggy brains) and decided to try and stay up at least past nine. Team-leader-D suggested we try to keep ourselves awake and play a card game so we played dutch blitz for a bit. It was probably the most sluggish game of dutch blitz eveeeer but it kept us fairly awake. T&A (R’s nephew and his wife, live next door) came over for a bit to say hi and chat with team-leader-D now that she’s back (she was in Canada visiting family and flew back on a different plane than us but on the same day). A’s due to have her baby in about a month so we might actually be here to meet baby which would be kinda fun! Aaaaaaand yeah, we’re now getting ready for bed. 

I’m pretty nervous about this month, I don’t feel prepared and I don’t really have any idea what to expect so God is gonna have to work through me cuz I’m pretty sure I’ve got zilch…

Have a good rest of your day, miss you guys!!
-Becky

On the plane, leaving Winnipeg! L-R Me, D, B, J, friend-J

On the plane, leaving Winnipeg!
L-R Me (ooh, such a natural glow), D, B, J, friend-J

Lungs? Who needs ’em?

I have been ill for about a week now. I think I’m on the upward swing, but every time I say that I wake up feeling as though I’ve been run over by a bus sooo…

I leave for Romania in week. I’ll be gone a month. I’m getting increasingly nervous but am still excited. It’s going to be very out of my comfort zone and I’m kind of worried because there’s soooooo many unknowns everywhere but I will survive and I will grow and most importantly I will be a help and a blessing to those we’re working with and those we’re going to meet and yeah.

I’m going to go hack my lungs out now. Breathing’s overrated anyway…
-B