Okay… I know. It’s been a while. About six weeks, actually. And while six weeks in normal American-time might not be that much, I’ve lived in two different countries and gone through a 100*F climate change.
When I last wrote, I was in the sunny and hot country of Swaziland. My team and I had about had our fill of the African continent and were anxious for a change. We had no idea where we’d be spending the sixth month of our Race. …or the seventh or eighth, for that matter.
Since then, I’ve said “goodbye” to my amazing hosts in Swaziland, flown to a different continent, and gone through a slight team change. (I’ve also read the Hunger Games series, but I suppose that’s not quite as significant.)
I’m currently writing you from a lovely cafe in Pozarevac, Serbia, a small city an hour outside of Belgrade, the site of my ministry for month seven. We arrived here a few days ago, after a late night train ride, a night of sleeping on a gas station floor, and a headfirst fall with my 50+ pound pack in a Serbian bus station. (Don’t worry, I survived with only a bruised knee.)
We spent a snow-filled January in Targu Mures, Romania, a city close to Hungary, trekking through fields of white powder to minister to gypsies in villages, hanging out with high-school students, and trying to survive the multiple feet of snow outside our door.
I realize that many of you have no clue what I’ve actually been doing recently, so I’ve decided to send out a blog filled with a few highlights from my month. Hopefully, you’ll forgive me for my lack of writing and view this as the Cliffs Notes version of Month Seven. We’ll call them Kat Notes just for the heck of it.
Until I show up in your inbox next, I love and miss you all. Can you believe it’s already Month 7?!
