Our route from Europe to Central America was one of our longest travel ventures of the year so far.
From Blankenheim, Germany, the Holy Banditz home for the month of June and a DEAR place in our hearts, we headed for a 30 hour tour extravaganza of Paris. A bus and train later we found ourselves in Frankfurt, Germany where we caught our last over ocean flight to Boston. Boston welcomed us with Cherry Coke and real, non-European deodorant. Boston to Houston. Houston to Guatemala City.
On the flight to Guatemala City I found myself in my ideal seat – window, exit row seat … perfect! About 30 minutes into the flight I found myself in conversation with the woman next to me, Cindy. Turns out that she too is a missionary. She is originally from Ohio, but has lived as a missionary here in Guatemala for the last five years. We exchanged stories and memories from each of our different experiences and we came to one conclusion … no matter what culture, no matter what location people need to know they are loved.
