Its so hard to try and put the last two weeks into a blog. It’s one of those things that must be experienced rather than told. However, I want to do the best that I can to give you a feel for this, even if its just a taste.
The trip began with a flight into Ft. Lauderdale. Our Squad stayed at a local Romanian church while we trained for the next four days. The presence of God came in a powerful way as we began the process of leaving everything we knew for the hope of being more like Jesus and more in love with Him than ever before.
Friday morning at 5am we packed up and headed for the airport. We started by walking with full packs, than catching buses, than a train, than another bus, and finally after a short delay, the airplane.
Upon arrival we met with our contact Miguel and packed two of our teams stuff on the back of his small truck. Justin and I piled in the truck with a few Dominicans and Miguel. We had a couple hours to go over customs and what to expect in the places we were going. My team was heading to a small village called Las Lagunas that was tucked back in the mountains. We said goodbye to the rest of the squad and the rest of our teams piled on the truck. We traveled back into the mountains on a beautiful starry night with 16 people and all our packs piled on the small truck. The whole thing seemed surreal and yet so normal. We slept in a small apartment for the night in the little town of Padre Las Casas. The next day we piled on another small truck and said goodbye to the other team. We traveled up a small dirt road, across a river, and up a mountain to what we now call home.
Las Lagunas
On the mountain looking down on the village
