stupid technology!

i can't figure this out. so sorry about the four hundred blogs that are the same! ugg.

home sweet home too

home sweet home too
Originally uploaded by dreams with faith

19/5/08
home. That's where I am.
Since I got in on Thurs I've been going hard core. Since I woke up at 5ish in Paris thurs morning and I change time zones I didn't go to bed for 24hrs. I didn't even sleep on the plane. I tried. Due to being in "steerage" (furthest back reaches of the plane) the engines were loud, then I was just so excited my body was reacting as if I had dranken 6 pots of coffee. So I ended up watching 3 movies. They got better as the flight went on. 27 dresses, The bucket list, and Dan in real life. I also had a headach but thank God it wasn't as bad as it could be. Right after the plane landed and I stopped beingn noctious, I went text msg crazy. My dad said by the time he got home from work an hour our so later I was at 10$ in fees. Opps! (but don't worry now I'm unlimited)
It was so great to speak English to people and not feeling bad for not talking French. Everyone around me it seemed was in a great hurry. Me? No way I knew I was home and that was all that mattered.
Everything happened just like I imagined it would. I changed into my Arab dress after going throough customs, then I rode the airport train to baggave claim and mounted the huge escalator and rode to the top to see who was waiting for me. It was ballons, banners, a flag and Andrea, Stan, Ben, Ansley and Stella! THey made so much noise for me. It was good to be home. Then we all loaded up and drove one hour north to Calhoun Taco Bell. I think I talked the entire way there. The greatest part was sitting behind me was a Farmer, an older tall man who had a farmers hat, beard, and overalls. It was good to be back in the south.

Leaving the capital

The day was a long one because the plane didn't leave until 11:15 so there's wait. We (the Dentist, Dr Ekvall, and his Asst, Monica and Esther and I) were picked up at 8ishby Levi, Andre and Deighbe.THen Ann and Rich met us at the airport. We finally all said good bye and Ann and Rich went with us to the final good bye gate to makes sure we all made it okay. ON the way to the airport I sat in the back of the truck with Deghiebe for my last good truck ride like a missionary.
Once we had passed the last gate there was another guard to check my ticket and passport and again for the almost last time I was asked about marriage to a Tchadian man and why I hadn't chosen one. . . I guess now that I'm back I'll have to get used to not getting any marriage proposeals. . . The people checking us in didn't even really care about our luggage weight! But I'll have you know I was technically under.
Once in the waiting room we FROZE!!! Esther and I had to put on all we had with us to stay warm. I am certain I looked like a gipsy. I was wearing my colorful headwrap around my braids, I had my long green sleve shirt on that was holey and streched out from hand washing, I was wearing my gasoline skirt and had my teva's on with hena on my feet! I was a hippie from America traveling across the deserts of Africa fighting for peace. . . well that's what I looked like.
While waiting Esther and I were scoping out the other passangers which the majority of them just happened to be Sweedish Marines :o) We were no longer emotionaly crushed that we couldn't sit next to each other :o) I hoped I would get someone I could talk to because it had been a long time since I talked to someone close in my age of the oposite sex in a long time. God heard my request because I got to sit next to Andreas (Andrew) on the flight and we talked a long time. He even gave me his blanket and extra socks so I could stay warm. Those Sweeds are great! Thank the Lord for sending me a friend to sit next to! Plus he's back in Tchad and I can get Rebel updates.
I ended up sleeping a little bit on the plane and when we arrived in Paris I was ready to start the European adventure.

a week

I can't believe I've been back in the states for a week now. It feels like I've been here much longer. I had a whorl wind two days in Collegedale then I drove down here to Dadeville, Al where Camp Alamisco is. I've been here since then.
Things have been going alright, I'm trying really hard to not talk to much about Africa. But it's been hard. It's where I've been the last year how can I not talk about it. I think when ever I've got an overwhelming desire to talk about Africa, wheather it be fun stories or rought ones' I'll come and write it out. Then if someone wants to read it they can. peace out hommie.

Hans' three headed dragon

three headed dragon2
Originally uploaded by dreams with faith

I miss Liz and Esther.
When you are used to seeing someone everyday and all the sudden you have to stop cold turkey it's hard. It's amazing how close you can get to someone when you fight for them in prayer and when you go through illness and stress together. I went to Africa to work and I ended up gaining two sisters. The three headed dragon is what Hans would call us sometimes when we were traveling and getting on his nerves. Don't worry Hans, we'll still come visit and be your three headed dragon. :o)

Changing Faces

i am sitting here in an internet cafe in segunto, spain. this is the first time i´ve had such amazing access to the world wide web. only now i´ve seen what i´ve missed out on. i think this is going to be hard. i have best friends who´s weddings i´ve missed, i´ve got friends who are pregnant, i´ve got best friends who´s hair was cut shorter than i´ve ever seen it and she looks amazing, i´ve got friends who are no longer in college, i have friends who have their masters, i have friends who are in love or have been hurt. i missed it all. i´m afraid that i will just be so saddened like i am now that i missed it all. i don´t even recognize them in the pictures. my pulse started racing when i looked at the pictures of all my friends gathered around the bride and groom and i was off in some foriegn country. i hope this transition doesn´t hurt to much. i´m scared! please help me if you see me in the states and can tell i´m a bit lost. ease me back into your life. i don´t want to stay seperated forever. thank you to those of you who keept me up to date on the goings on of your life, and thank you to those of you who love me and are willing to let me back in your life even if i´m a bit lost.

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On the Edge of the Western World

Well folks this is it.

Esther and I have been hanging out here in N’djamena for the last few days living in limbo, between the western world and the world of Bere. I’ve been antsy to move on and yet at the same to enjoy the slow life here at the house. But tomorrow whether I am ready or not we move on. . .

Our itinerary for the trip is as follows:

Sunday: leave N’djamena, Tchad, Africa

Monday: Arrive in Paris, France in the early am. Rent car and head out to Valencia, Spain.

Tuesday: Arrive in Valencia, Spain and stay with Esther’s friend, who lives near the beach.

Wednesday-Thursday: Hang out near Segundo the Adventist school.

Friday: Head up to Geneva, Switzerland.

Saturday – Tuesday: hang out with Cristina in Geneva area. (She’s one of the short term volunteers who was here)

Tuesday: Drive back to Paris.

Wednesday: Hang out in Paris till we leave on Thursday.

Thursday: LEAVE AND ARRIVE IN AMERICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!