It's definitely an adjustment to go from 90 degrees to negative 9 degrees overnight. Some of my teammates might have struggled at little bit at first, but I think we're all in the swing of things now. We're loving our ministry and getting a kick out of second hand shopping. Maybe it's because I was born in Alaska or maybe it was the harsh eastern Washington winters, but I had a little bit different reaction. Seeing the snow and feeling the bite of the cold was invigorating to me. It was just what I needed to avoid the slump that sometimes happens to Racers or missionaries in general around the middle part of their trip. I feel more alive here. I love breathing in the cold air. It makes me miss my parents and my brother. I miss my dog and how she would seem so confused by the snow that would only come every other winter in Seattle. But missing all of that just makes my heart warm. That warmth keeps me nice and cozy on long walks when the cold threatens to turn my nose and cheeks rozy for hours.
I love walking around with a camera when I get to a new place. Today was no exception. Tho I have walked the same route for days, I feel like I see it differently when I am ready to capture it for others to see and to make a memory for myself. It's just a start, but here are a few pictures of the town of Draganesti. I will update this blog with more over the next few weeks.
