There were more chickens
and sheep than people.
I did Insanity and barely
broke a sweat.
Despite the fact that I
hate sleeping in socks, I slept in socks.
I fell asleep in my
hammock to the sounds of chickens squawking and a rooster crowing.
And I woke up to Carter
singing in the hammock next to me.
Normal life.
I had to walk up about
418 steps to get a meal.
I lived in a house for a
month.
I witnessed God bless us
with the prophetic!
We picked apples straight
from the tree and grapes straight from the vine and ate them.
Carter chucked apples at
me while I did the Hoedown Throwdown in the dirt road.
We lounged on a 1970s
green striped couch.
We made “Hammock Central”
on the front porch.
Chelsey crocheted hats
like there was no tomorrow.
I had to do Crossfit
inside because it was so cold there was frost everywhere.
We experienced driving
the likes of the Fast and the Furious.
We rode trains and taxis
as our main forms of transportation.
Gabe left his coat and
iphone laying on the table outside of the store in the village. We called our man Mihai and he rescued it and
all we had to say was “the table in front of the store.” Cuz there is only one store.
The boys helped build a
pen for the goats.
Luke and I attempted to
figure out what might be “good” coffee…epic fail. It’s all in Romanian.
We spoke Spanish with
people more than Romanian or English.
We slept on the airport
floor, the train station floor, on the train, in our beds, and in a random apt.
attached to our contact’s house.
I showered with nothing
blocking me or the water from the rest of the bathroom. Water everywhere! No door or shower curtain, just a tub and a
showerhead on the wall. But there was
hot water.
It was usually warmer
outside by mid-afternoon than it was in our bedroom. We had to pay extra to turn the heat on, so
we just froze.
I gained a pair of jeans
and a rockin’ black and white checked/plaid button down shirt out of the “free
box” from Mihai. Most of the girls
gained some super fab “World Race” outfits.
We enjoyed a Christmas
tablecloth on the dining room table.
I succumbed to wearing an
ear warmer as a headband because it was cold all the time.
Our neighbor, Sophia, fed
us extremely stale pretzels and we finished them with smiles on our faces.
Once, I did Zumba and
Crossfit in the same morning.
I started an in-depth
conversation at a birthday party with the question: “Speaking in tongues: a gift from God or
something you can teach yourself to do?”
My laundry froze on the line.
I chopped wood with an ax
and helped stack it in the wood shed for a little Romanian grandmother named
Mirishka.
Gabe fell through the
roof. He went into the attic and his leg
came through the ceiling in the hallway.
Some of us (not me) stood
on a roof, attached by harnesses and ropes, and painted outcropping
windows. I tried and kind of
panicked!
We went to Budapest,
Hungary.
I had to remove my
eyebrow ring for church because “only animals have piercings.”
I pulled a ligament in my
foot and jammed a few knuckles.
I was involved in a
violent game of Spoons.
We were informed of
another route change: Moldova rather
than Bulgaria.
God restored my joy!
I eventually learned to
fall asleep despite noise, light, laughter and cold.
I broke down and bought a
sweater, long sleeve shirt, leggings, coat, scarf, hat and gloves at secondhand
shops.
The demand for crocheted
hats was higher than the demand for internet access!
I learned how to best
love my new team: Living Faith!
