Sorry about my lack of blogging. Everything has been quite hectic with getting home and all. I can't even tell you how hard it has been to adjust back. I keep wanting to throw my toilet paper in the garbage can. My internals are still adjusting to the foods of home. I literally sat on the toilet the first day home. Everything went fine except the first night when we were swimming I jumped into the shallow end of the pool and got a soft tissue injury. That was fun walking around with that. I had to limp everywhere and when I got back I wasn't able to walk on my foot for ten days. I however saw the doctors order as merely a suggestion and walked anytime my mother and brother weren't around to scold me. The trip was great though. I guess I should start from the beginning:
The People excluding the leaders:
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Surviving on Peanut Butter
(Wishing it was in Mocha form) |
- Me!
- *Cindy- my best friend
- *Lindy- the flirt
- *Angel- the princess
- *Amy- the girl who is good at everything
- *Dina- the tomboy
- *Tina- the lover
- *Melissa- the quiet one
- *Dajia- the girl with the long arms
- *Tilly- room mate
- *Jessie- the know it all
- *Michaela- missionary kid
- *Ross, *Randy and *Rick- the average guys (the clones)
- *Allen- the guy who's nice to everyone
- *Dane- the oddball
- *Ian- the dream guy
- *Troy- the former football star
- *Joey- the male know it all
- *Justin- the hugger
We all surprisingly meshed well together. Except *Tilly hated *Lindy because *Lindy kept flirting with Ian. *Angel and *Randy also got in a fight. I started getting annoyed at *Jessie. Other than that everything went well. Oh except we had pancakes every morning... That may sound good until you get to the third day and realize why normal people don't eat pancakes every morning. I'm pretty sure one of the reasons everyone started to get sick was because of all those dang pancakes. *Randy described the sickness as "peeing out of his butt." Which made the rest of us sick to our stomachs. *Dane had to end up skipping zip lining because he got so sick. Some people just ate peanut butter the rest of the trip. If I didn't feel so bad about not eating I would have said screw it and survived the last few days on protein bars and trail mix. Aside from the zip lining, swimming in the pool, swimming in the ocean, shopping, and drinking freshly squeezed watermelon juice for breakfast, we actually did do some good in the villages. We helped out with Vacation Bible School, brought food to families in need and prayed for the people. Some people don't really understand mission trips. They think that we are going there and forcing our religion down peoples' throats. One of these people who thinks that is my mother. Performing skits and laying our hand on people's shoulders while we say random words into the sky may seem like nothing to some people but the people there loved what we did. They were brought to tears, they thanked us, they hugged us. Not to sound all preachy but they taught me something too. The message is a little hard to explain unless you experience it first hand so in more simple terms: Remember to slow down and smile. On the trip we had to learn the phrase, "Just the way I like it," because well, it was a saying that we had to say a lot. From the cockroaches in the showers, the yellowy whitish brown sheets, and the lizards in our comforters to the geese enclosure right outside our rooms, that saying helped us through it all. Thank goodness it was beautiful there because otherwise the wildlife would have prevented me from coming at all. There was a three legged, one eyed, cat monkey that just roamed around in the hotel lobby! I'm pretty sure we all brought home some kind of species. It's hard to talk about it now that I'm home. It seemed like it went by so fast. I think I'm going to take another trip but this time longer. I'll go to Africa on a medical trip or something. Then I can write a novel about it. I just want to write a novel. I figure that it doesn't matter how suckish my life gets as long as I can turn it into a novel some day.
I'll post more later. I just wanted you to have a little update on my whereabouts. Missed you all. My next post will be about my struggling love life. YAY! Not really.
