Chaos-the time change wasn’t just in
But we made it, and several people showed up at the airport to welcome us home. And lets just say I didn’t have a problems sleeping that night!
Chaos-the time change wasn’t just in
But we made it, and several people showed up at the airport to welcome us home. And lets just say I didn’t have a problems sleeping that night!
The bus ride wasn’t near as long as the one there. We got there, dropped Sharolyn off at the Hotel Champion-the name is misleading-and headed out to see
looking down a street in Sofia
military guarding the Presidential offices-which are coincidentally located inside the local Sheraton hotel
one of the local churches we had an opportunity to visit-just around the corner there's a market that sells Communist paraphanelia-Bulgaria is the only country where selling these relics is legal
me and Amy in the Basillica ruins
Then on to
Lydia, where Paul met Lydia and she was baptized
Richard and Sharolyn-picking up trash in the fog
Then headed out with Nancy and Heike to deliver bags to the other part of the village. We ended up in a part that was separated from the rest of the village by a considerable distance. Apparently that’s where the gypsies live. We met a believer and she told us that there are actually 3 families who are meeting together as a fellowship. So cool. As we continued on we met a family with an 8 year old daughter who is paralyzed. It was heartbreaking and it was all I could do to not completely break down. But I felt the presence of the Holy Spirit and trust that He’ll work.
one of the girls singing during their program for us
Amy singing for the girl at the school
And for lunch. . . Lamb. It was good to see the community come out in mass to eat and fellowship. Not my favorite meal while I was there. But it was food. The men at first so lots of women didn’t get food. And some tried to stay at the back of the line so they wanted have to have any I think.
Just as we were walking out to take a photo the bus drove up looking for us to take us back to Block 46 for the party there. Before the party we headed out to deliver bags again. The first round I went out with Brandi and Amy. It was kind of discouraging. Hardly anyone opened the door and we got doors closed on us several times. We had two young boys with us trying to help us out, but when people didn’t open their doors they would spit on their doors-apparently a Turkish curse. We went back a little dejected. Amy was feeling well so Brandi and I headed out again with Jeffrey. Our first stop was to our friend Rose’s house. And she took us from there-all over her building and out to the back of the building. Maybe she’ll turn out to be a person of peace.
me and Brandi with "Rose" and her friends
helping Richard, Chris, and Nancy serve lamb
Amy, Patrick, and Chris-cleaning up "trash hell"
the group heading off to clean
Once we were done we headed down one of the streets to take a look around. We met a precious old lady who wouldn’t let us take her picture. Her granddaughter was there and spoke some English so we got to talk for just a few minutes.
the two ladies who spent the morning watching me clean
After finishing in that area we-me, Brandi, and Anita-headed to the back of the building to pick up as much trash as we could.
David came by and said that he had a feeling we were about to be offered coffee. If you know me you know I don’t like coffee, at all. But I sucked it up and when we were called did my part by drinking 2 cups, eating a moon pie, and having my first of many servings of Baklava. Yumm. . . the lady was so sweet. Her name translates into “Rose” in English, so that’s what I’ll call her. She was precious. David had several opportunities as we were sitting there to share the gospel. People were really open to hearing that we were there because we love Jesus.
Amy, Brandi, and I with "Rose"
Then lunch time again-same thing as the day before. David had an opportunity to tell us about the ups and downs of the past few years in reaching the community for Christ.
Then for something a little more fun than cleaning up trash. Amy, Brandi, Sharolyn, and I headed over to Heike’s house to put together bags to hand out in the community with candy and scriptures in them. We had a blast. It was so fun to just have girl time.
Brandi and I after enjoying a little Iran (a drink made from yogurt and water)
Back to the hotel for devotion and bed.
We headed back to the hotel to get ready for dinner. Still no luggage. So, Sharolyn offered us jeans so we didn’t feel totally gross. For dinner we had our first of many chopska salads. It’s basically cucumber and tomato with shredded cheese. It was good, the first time atleast. They eat lots of starch so we had lots of potatoes and bread.
Then back to the hotel for devotion and off to bed.
A few minutes after boarding we receive what I can only describe as the most vicious nasal attack I’ve ever experienced. Apparently someone bought some cologne in the duty free shop that they thought smelled nice. And maybe, just maybe, it would have if we hadn’t been on a closed airplane with it. We were dying laughing at the experience-better to laugh than to cry, but I couldn’t breathe.
this was taken just moments before our cologne experience
Our flight pulled away a little late. But the pilot assured us we would make it there on time as he was going to take a short cut. Now that made me laugh. But I later found out that they can actually fly closer to the earth to cut out time-who knew! Fog was covering Milan as we left so there were lots of cool clouds.
The bus ride was a nice time to get an idea of the country. We stopped at McDonalds and were immediately introduced to their love of American music-Cotton Eyed Joe was playing.
When we got to the hotel-Hotel Ustra-we got to meet the couple we’d be working with. And eat our last American-ish meal for a while. And have an introduction into the culture and people we’d be working with. Oh, and take a group picture!
The day started out much more relaxed. We’d already done all the last minute stuff and had a “trial run” the day before. We knew how long it would take to get to the airport, check-in, and get through security. But we did one thing wrong-we assumed that because we had tickets in our hand meant we had reservations for the flight. Wrong. We were told our travel agent cancelled our reservations-well, half of our reservations. Really? Not so much. After another hour of hassle we were booked, again, on the flight. We got to the gate and actually left on time.
In Atlanta we had to check in again. The lady there, Christine, was really nice and helpful. The first thing she did was ask why our luggage wasn’t going all the way to Sofia. Yeah, we didn’t have any idea. So she made the change and assured us all would go well. So, we headed off to Milan after a few nervous minutes at the gate worrying about the overbooked flight.
the group in prayer after we found out our flight had been cancelled
After praying, we got a call to come back to the check-in counter. They’d be bussing us to Atlanta. By the time we got to the counter things had changed. It was too late to drive to Atlanta and get on a flight in time to make a connection to Frankfurt. So we waited.
Richard, taking advantage of the opportunity to nap
And waited, and waited. And finally heard that we wouldn’t be going anywhere, atleast for Friday, and Saturday was still up in the air. We finally heard that we had flights booked for the next day on a different airline. 16 of us would fly through Milan, and 2 would take the original path through Frankfurt.
So we headed home.
the buses coming to pick up back up
Once we got home we finally had an opportunity to rest after days of running to finish the last details. And then, we decided to order some pizza. Bad move-I had the worst allergy attack I’ve ever had-including a huge swollen lip. Now I know what it feels like to be pouty!