Just so you know, all my screen instructions are in Polish right now. Good thing I’m familiar with the livejournal format! Also, for all you typo Nazis (i.e., Luke) I’m not proofing this. Tally ho. Picking up where I left off (it would be nice to get us to Poland before we actually leave it), […]
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September 1, 2006. Venice, Italy. The hotels in Venice are mostly converted palaces of former aristocracy. Our hotel is called Pensione Guerrato, and we’re staying on the top (4th) floor. There’s no elevator, so we climb four long flights of stairs–made longer by the high ceilings. Shortly after Roberto checked us in, Monicka came on
Greetings from Old Town Krakow. I’m sitting in an internet cafe right on the Market Square. But before I talk about Krakow I should back up and share our Venice experience. I’m paying for minutes, so bear with any typos. Here are some excerpts from my paper journal: August 31, 2006. Venice, Italy. We’re here!
Tomorrow we fly! Venice, Krakow, Heidelberg, and Valbonne. Three weeks of not understanding people or being able to read road signs. I’m so stoked! I don’t know how often we’ll have internet access, but if I can I’ll post updates. Meanwhile, I’ll be keeping a paper journal and will share some of the best stories
Wednesday evening I was preparing dinner when George leaned against the counter and said, “Don’t put too much garlic in that chicken. I’m going to prayer meeting tonight.” “Oh, okay. Don’t want your breath blowing everyone away.” “Yeah. Craig likes for us all to pull our chairs into a close circle so that our heads
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Grace has embarked on a new “adventure.” I wrote a piece about it for The Master’s Artist, if you’re interested. The comments below the post provide additional info. We never know what a day will bring forth, but we know the One whose mercies are new every morning. He gives what is good. And that
I leave one week from tomorrow to be gone almost a month. Three weeks in Europe. Then two days to recover in Dallas before the ACFW Writers Conference. Which means whatever I want to have at the conference needs to go out the door with me next Wednesday. Did you ever think about how much
Last night George and I had brownies with vanilla ice-cream, fudge sauce, and fresh peaches for dessert. It was yummy, but the biggest treat was sharing it with Katelyn and her grandmother. Faithful, long-time readers of this journal will (probably not) recall this story I wrote back in 2003 about Katelyn and Luke when they
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At one point in our journey down ML (see previous post), we listened to some audio tapes of the kids when they were small. We lived in Nacogdoches at the time, and the deep East Texas accents are thick. On one tape I interviewed Jacob. He was three months into an accelerated kindergarten class at
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I’ve pretty much been absent from cyberspace for the past week. I’ve also been absent from most of my normal routine activities. And for good reason. Grace and her way-too-adorable boyfriend, Curtis, left paradise (i.e., summer in Seattle) and spent the first week of August with us here in boiling East Texas (motto: “Let’s sweat
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