April 2, 2013
I have just woken up after a
bare minimum amount of hours of sleep from a day and a night of travel to a
place called The Grail in Cape Town, South Africa. I wrestled the front door open and lo and
behold my eyes feasted on a vision of nature that took me back to childhood to
a place called Buck Creek that was a Presbyterian Church Camping ministry.
There was rain last night and
the greenness here is permeated with subdued water.
There is rustic and then
there is rustic. The cabin, or little
house, in which I slept is rustic.
However it has running water. And
a real kitchen with a running refrigerator.
I just heated water in an electric kettle.
There were three airline
flights yesterday to get to this destination.
I flew first from Juba, South Sudan to Nairobi, Kenya. Then from Nairobi to Johannesburg, South
Africa. Then from JBurg to Cape
Town. THEN there was a van ride of at least
70 minutes out to our accomodations for the next week.
As the plane flew into JBurg
I looked around and realized, after landing, that the people who were on cell
phones must be the folks who live in JBurg.
Then I realized this must be true for anywhere in the world that I land
in a plane. The folks on the cell phones
are the natives. In the case of most of
the world this means that they have a SIM card for the country and aren’t
waiting to purchase one, like a foreigner.
Oh yeah, that would be meJ
I am very tired. I’m going to sign off for now and continue to
blog later.
Blessings,
Debbie
