A friend gave me the book The Poisonwood Bible, today. It's about a missionary family in the Belgian Congo. Someone else had actually recommended the book to me, but I had forgotten. Thanks, Mr. Hire!My dad and I took care of some final shopping for the trip, and I also experimented with tea. My uncle, Jeff, can attest to my curiosity for the drink... Why do people like tea? Well, this morning I made quite a good cup (guided by a couple of sages of tea culture), and I will definitely be making more.
I had quite a time navigating the strange roads of not-Stonegate to meet the generous friend I mentioned up top for lunch, this afternoon. We (Mr. and Mrs. Hire and I) had some laughs about my inability to decode the streets of Parker, Colorado in light of my upcoming journey halfway around The World. Hopefully, I'll spot my exit to Congo before it's passed me by. My dad isn't taking one more risk than he has to, so I'm sure I will hear the minute details of my itinerary repeated several more times. I don't say that resentfully, either. I am glad for it.
Some of my wanderings and wonderings will close soon as I go to find something horribly real. But I will wonder new things there, I'm sure. It's a little like leaving Pooh behind, though.
