Well, after 20+ hours of travelling I have finally arrived. And it’s still today, although I left yesterday and technically arrived tomorrow. Confused? 7 hours time difference does that to you! It’s good to be there. I was picked up at the airport by the lovely couple who are in charge of the house I’m staying in, and after a lovely meal at something I think was called “Rudy’s”, I got some groceries at “Price Chopper” before heading here, home- for the next 3 months. I feel very dazed…not much sleep gives you this feeling, but I am sure after a good night’s sleep I will be able to reflect some more. So until then, good night.
No day is the same here. After getting up early (which seems to be what I do here), and eating breakfast which was bread with butter (accompanied by an amazing cup of coffee given me by an American friend), I headed to the prayer room for children's prayer. This is a prayer time where the children come voluntarily to pray before school on Tuesdays and Fridays. Entering the room I was so impressed by how it was full of children eager to pray. There were probably 60 or 70 children there, and it was amazing to see one after the other choose to pray for their families and people who are sick, and other subjects on their little hearts. It was so great and an experience that I will carry with me for a long time. After prayer it was "Shoprite" time, which meant piling into a bus with other visitors and missionaries for the weekly shopping trip. I didn't quite know what to expect, but I had a few items to buy and hoped it would be a stress-free experience. As we drove along ...