The end of the Race has come. I’ll be back in Illinois about a week and a half from now. My team is currently staying in a hostel in Siem Reap for one more night before headed to debrief in the same city. We’re sharing a dorm room with a guy from France and we told him all about our trip last night. It’s hard to believe it ever even happened now that it’s over. I’ll be announcing my next step when I return to the States, but for now, I want to share a little reflection.

1 lazy day tubing down a river in Laos.

Vang Vieng, Laos

2 orphanages full of children I still think about and love.

Orphanage in Honduras

3 tattoos (sorry Mom!)

Tattoo I got in the Philippines, black bear paw prints.

4 teams of people I love.

Team 3D at training camp

 

Team Audacity in Antigua, Guatemala

Team Gossip Girl in Chiang Mai, Thailand

Team Imago in Chiang Mai

5 dozen peanut butter and jelly sandwiches eaten over the course of the year.

Having tea in a fort in Haiti

6 shirts left in my pack, only three of which I started with and countless more I’ve lost along the way.

You can see why I got rid of this shirt after Honduras.

7 months spent with Jacie and Beth, but not the same seven months.

 

Beth at Terra Nova in Zambia

Jacie at Angkor Wat in Cambodia

8 questions asked of me by a room full of women pastors and pastor’s wives in Africa about how to raise children in the faith, of which I am no expert.

Singing with the women

9 different modes of transportation: tuk tuk, jeepney, plane, train, car, motorbike, bicycle, boat, bus.

Me, Jacie, and Beth in a tuk tuk.

10 nights spent sleeping while traveling on the floor of an airport or bus station or on a bus, plane, or train.

Team Audacity at the Washington D.C. airport

11 countries in 11 months.

Troy and I in Haiti.

This year has been transformative for me in many ways that a list of 11 memories can never address. Please feel free to ask me how, but be prepared for some complicated answers. Thank you so much for following my journey and I look forward to hearing about yours.

Lots of love,

Miranda