It has been an unexpected journey. It is interesting how your emotions get out of whack as your reflect and consider all the experiences and it is hard to express adequately. I feel like I have crossed the finish line of a marathon where sometimes I ran, sometimes I walked and sometimes I just stood still, not sure if I wanted to keep going. People make all the difference.
Our Greek Missionaries from Crete to Thessaloniki
Cleaning the Church ...the only church building in Greece
A few weeks before heading home, we flew to Rome for a Humanitarian seminar. It was wonderful to connect the faces that we met with each week on zoom to their bodies. We had a wonderful time being taught how to find tune our skills as Humanitarian missionaries. Our first day was rainy and cold. The next two days, the sun was out and we were inside being instructed. We ate a lot of pizza.
Our Last Trip to the Mart
The Mart is like Costco. It is big and has items in bulk. The first time we went to the Mart, this cute Swiss missionary took us and helped us find food. Everything was in Greek. It was quite overwhelming. Lars came back for a visit and went with us one last time. It was such a change from our first time. We knew where things were and what we wanted. Those little piggies never had a chance to grow old.
We were never brave enough to try the seafood. We just ate it at restaurants.
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