My eyes flutter open to a disheveled tent home. Laundry is quite likely hanging from the roof…with my team’s breakfast foods under one rain fly and a pile of shoes under the other – all seeking shelter to keep dry.
It is decision time…with the realization that it‘s still cold…it‘s still rainy…it‘s still windy…and I’ve packed for African summers not Ireland winters…LAUGH or CRY!?!
I take a second to once again get over myself…throw on some running clothes and meet my teammate, Kendra Baird, on her front porch (tent located 3 feet away) to run the shores and streets of Galway before ministry begins.
I kid…I kid…well mostly. It actually isn’t winter in Ireland, but I don’t think the rain clouds know any different. Apparently we’ve been “blessed” with an unseasonable amount of rain and wind for August. And to be honest…the sun has shown…at least twice…since we’ve been here. J Glorious days!! Ireland is truly a very green and beautiful country!
