We’ve done a lot on this trip.
We’ve been in Las Vegas, Hollywood, San Francisco, we went in a big casino, and a lot more. But I’m not going to blog about that. Instead I’m going to talk about today, the seven-hour drive that we turned into almost thirteen.
We woke up at 6:30 AM in a luxurious hotel in downtown San Francisco and left at 8 for our drive. It was long and tedious, every time I looked at the clock I thought it was much later than it actually was. Around two-ish we stopped at a beach for a picnic lunch. It was a lovely sight, the weather was perfect, nice and warm with a bit of a sea breeze. I particularly like it because I kept walking away then showing up with random remains of sea creatures. The skull of a fish, a hollowed shell of a crab, and exoskeletons of shrimp, and stuff like that. Most of the other people didn’t really seem to like it and wouldn’t let me take any of them back home with me, not that I’m surprised. I spent the rest of the day in the very back of a van with seven other people having barely enough room to move my legs without touching someone else.
We finally arrived at the church we are staying at tonight at 11 PM. When I heard that we were having dinner after we get to the church we are staying at for the night I expected something like pizza. But when we walked in, we saw people waiting in the kitchen for us with home cooked casseroles and ice cream with freshly picked blueberries and blackberries for dessert.
Before I went on the trip based on other trips I expected that the serve week was when we see God working and the driving days are extra fun days, but now I see that I am wrong. He graced us with his beautiful creation and amazing people giving us dinner.