Simple Life

Hi again! I guess most of you are in the full swing of the normal Christmas hustle and bustle. In some ways I miss the fun things that happen at home at Christmas time, but in most ways I’m enjoying the simple pleasures of life here. The sunsets…the double rainbow we saw one day…the kind people here, and the way they accept us. Yesterday I was combing Carissa’s hair and Forrest was eating his cereal right next to us. “I like your hair,” he told Carissa. And a bit later, “You look pretty!” This coming from a little guy who’s ‘too big’ for hugs and kisses now, loves lizards, and hates baths (till he crawls in the tub – then he remembers baths are fun). The little gentleman shining through warmed my heart. Yes, simple things like those are some of the biggest things in life.

Monday, the 16th, was the children’s first day of school here in Cambodia. We are blessed to have Jasmine Nelson from Canada here to teach the children. That was a relief to me…I enjoy teaching, but when I’m teaching my own siblings things get a little more complicated. I am teaching science and history here at home since we aren’t using CLE’s curriculum and it would have made a full schedule for Jasmine.

School starts at eight in the morning and ends at noon. It’s been awhile since they were ready for school with that much time to spare…I think they were just a little excited. They were also excited about the schedule – Matt picks them up a little before 8 in the morning and brings them home at noon. It’s a much shorter day than they’re used to, but with fewer students things take less time. I went with them the first morning just to make sure everything was working out for Jasmine with their books. No worries there. =) Austin had the option of going to school with the rest or just working at home…he went along on Monday to get started again, but decided he’d rather just work at home. He’s been doing well at getting his things done.

Ryan and Luke have been going out to villages to drill wells with Frank and Chum, and thoroughly enjoying themselves. They come home with tales of pranks that were played, VERY fresh chicken (in other words, they saw it running around a few hours ago), and never-ending piles of rice (we’ll give credit for that to Frank). I’m just a tad jealous…they get so much more interaction with the people, and are picking up lots of Khmer words. But I know I’ll find my niche too.

Chum and Frank…Frank was chasing the children with the rooster.

Monday afternoon around 1:30 Matt & Miriam, Dad & Mom, Jasmine, and all the younger children loaded up on the Five Star and headed out to the village school where Matt & Miriam teach English every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. That left Austin and I at home to finish school work and fix supper. Later I dragged Austin up to the top balcony with me with the intent of taking some pictures of the surrounding scenery. We ventured out on the wide concrete ledge that goes all the way around the roof for a better photographic viewpoint, and ended up making ourselves comfortable. We just sat there watching people go by on the road. Most people didn’t notice us since we were so high up, but every once in a while someone would spy those silly foreigners on the roof. It was great fun seeing their reactions, as well as our siblings reactions when they came home and saw us up there.

Random shots around the house, and surrounding scenery…(just for your information – clicking on any picture will let you see it in a larger format.)

Forrest woke up in the wee hours of Tuesday morning and needed something downstairs. So I got up and started down. It was so cool I wondered if someone had their AC on high with the door open. But no, the next morning when we woke up, it was still amazingly cool. Ah! It was lovely! Matt said it feels like it could snow, and showed up with a jacket on. I thought it felt perfect! Miriam says this is God’s gift to us before it gets hot, and I agree. The whole last week was unusually cool…I didn’t even use my AC until last night. Now today we feel the familiar heat coming back, but it’s still nice. Thank You God, for simple pleasures.

Wednesday marked two weeks since we arrived. In some ways it seems like we just got here, and in other ways it seems like we’ve just always been here. In the afternoon some of us went again with Matt & Miriam to the village where they teach English. I got to go this time, to my delight. I thoroughly enjoyed watching Miriam teach the rambunctious rows of uniformed boys and girls. The cutest little guy, definitely too young for school, was wandering around outside the classroom, and I motioned for him to come sit beside me. _MG_8085He eventually obliged, shyly at first, and together we listened to the students chanting the English words for the pictures on the flashcards. “Ont (ant), olligator, veeoleen (violin).” The little boy (whose name I simply couldn’t catch) followed me around for quite awhile, and later found dad. They were best friends! It was so sweet watching Dad and him interacting…Dad was watching the energetic football (soccer) game, and the boy just stayed right there with him. After awhile Dad swung him up in the air, and what screams of delight! And then over and over again. I had my camera along, and what fun it was to take pictures of the adorable children, then show them themselves. They would giggle uproariously, then pose for another. The one downside of the day for me…I WANT TO TALK TO THE KIDS! But I just can’t. It’s so frustrating. All I can do is smile at them and pat their little heads. Pray for all of us that the language would come easily and quickly.

Wednesday also marked the birth date of a special young man. To celebrate Austin turning fifteen, our family along with Frank, his wife ‘February’, and Chum had supper at a pizza place in town. Dad told the waiter it was Austin’s birthday, and the waiter asked “Can I sing for him?” Sure! Along with our pizza came a crowd of waiters and waitresses, bringing balloons and a pizza with candles in the middle. They sang “Happy Birthday” Khmer style, and a slightly embarrassed Austin blew out the candles. We devoured the pizza, and then Frank drove us around town so we could see the night market and the Christmas lights.

Saturday we, along with Matt’s and some natives, piled on the back of the truck and headed for the village where Maly lives. Maly is a lady that became a Christian in the past year, and is attending church here. She is going to try to rent out her house in the village, and wanted us to come pray in the house. After walking around in the village a bit and trying some starfruit growing in a tree, we gathered in the living room of Maly’s house. We sat in a circle on the floor and sang some songs, then Maly read Psalm 1 aloud. Matt explained how when we become Christians, God can help us to prosper both spiritually and materially, like the tree planted by the rivers of water. Then we prayed together for God’s will to be done in renting Maly’s house.

On the way home we stopped by a moat around an ancient temple to see the big fish that live in there. I couldn’t see any fish because the light wasn’t right, but looking down the path I saw some movement. Were those cats? No…hmm. Oh, they’re monkeys! We walked down, and sure enough – a family of three monkeys was hanging out in a tree. They weren’t too excited about visitors, but we sure enjoyed watching them for a little. It was dark by the time we got home, and everyone was quite hungry. Unfortunately, Mom hadn’t had time to plan anything for supper, and sadly our traditional Saturday evening pizza is a little hard to come by here in Cambodia. Finally we decided to have breakfast. The pancakes were delicious! =)

Church Sunday morning was much the same as last week’s service. Everyone came to our house around 9, and we sang for a while. This Sunday I enjoyed singing some Christmas songs – the Khmer people sing in Khmer, and we sing in English, all at the same time. =) But we’re all singing to the same God, and that’s what counts. Then Dad had Sunday school for the adults, with Sen interpreting, and I had a story for the children, with Veasna for my interpreter, followed by a message by Matt. For dinner we had yummy Mexican fajitas brought by Miriam…she’s from Mexico, so she knows how to do it right! =) It was a lovely day, so after lunch we all went outside and some sat on the porch and chatted while the more ambitious ones knocked the volleyball around. And then it was nap time! =)

That evening we all piled on back of the truck again and headed for a Christmas party in another village. Sokum, the Pastor there, had invited us all. The setting was so unique. We were sitting under jungle-like trees, surrounded by little huts. They had everything fixed up nicely – covers over all the plastic chairs, tablecloths on little rounds tables, colorful balloons strung up between the trees, and Christmas lights and a sound system set up in front. The program soon started. There were songs sung by various people, several children’s programs, a message from Sokum, and gifts. The nativity story reenacted by the children was so cute! When the program was (finally) over, everyone sat around the tables and we were served some delicious Khmer food – rice and some sort of soup. Altogether, it was a delightful evening. Sadly, I didn’t take my camera, so no pictures this time.

_MG_8216For some reason it’s so hard to feel like it’s almost Christmas, so yesterday morning I decided to do something about it. Baking was on my agenda most the day. By the time I was done, I was quite tired and didn’t feel Christmasy at all, but the kitchen smelled and looked more like it…cookies, anyone?? =) One thing I have been thinking about a lot the last several days is how incredibly blessed I am to even know WHY we celebrate Christmas. As I walk around in town and see all the lights and hear people saying “Happy Merry Christmas”, it makes me sad to think that many of them have never heard the true reason for Christmas. To them it’s just a holiday…Miriam told me the other day that they say “happy merry Christmas” because they think “Merry Christmas” is the holiday. But it’s so, so much more. It’s the greatest love that ever was and ever will be come down to earth for me, and you, and each of these people. Thank you Jesus.

And today….today is Christmas Eve. Well, I guess this evening is Christmas Eve. It’s been a full, fun day. This morning Sen and Mum were here helping with the cleaning, and Maly came later to help cook. (This is something that mom is having to get used to! But I think once we get started on language classes and I start teaching English it will be really nice nice for her to have some help.) For Christmas this year we decided that each person would buy something for the next person down the line from them….like I get Ryan something, Ryan gets Luke something, Luke gets Austin something, etc. So after breakfast Mom & Dad and the first set of kids set out for town. (The tuk-tuk only holds half of us). I had fun staying here and ‘helping’ Maly cook Khmer food for dinner, and working on writing this. Once they came home dinner was ready. Boy oh boy – that’s some good stuff! Lok lak, that is. We had it for our first meal at Matts, and it left an impression on us all. And it met our expectations this time too.

Just an interesting fact for you to enjoy…since we came here our family’s rice consumption per meal has nearly tripled. We used fix one and one half cups of dry rice per meal, and usually still have some left over. Now we fix at least four cups! =)

IMG_0838After dinner, Ryan, Austin, Heather, Forrest and I hopped on the tuk-tuk and headed for Lucky Mall, and then to the old market. And then back to Lucky Mall. =) Silly to include this I know, but it both tickled my funny bone and made me happy to find some water bottles in the Lucky Mall bookstore with ‘Canada’ written on them…and this is Cambodia. I still think about my dear friends in Canada a lot. *sniff.* Tonight we’re planning on just having some good family time, then tomorrow Matt’s family is all coming over. I think we may go to the temples in the evening. I guess I’ll tell you about that later though. For now I think I’ll go have Christmas with my family. Always remember… “Christmas isn’t Christmas, til it happens in your heart.” Merry Christmas!


Endings and Beginnings

My last post left us sleeping in Newark Liberty Airport early Tuesday morning. Thankfully we didn’t stay there. Soon after I stopped writing Dad said we should head for our gate. We still had two hours, so I thought it was plenty early, but it was good we went as soon as we did. We hardly made it to our gate, because we had to go through security again. A 6+ hour flight to brought us to San Francisco. I won’t go into detail but our 2 hours there were hectic. Missed luggage, multiple security checks, and the wrong concourse had us behind schedule. We finally got to the overflowing boarding area at the right gate with minutes to spare…a very helpful crew got us on board after everyone else was already seated. Way to the back of the huge jet shuffled our tribe. It wasn’t long before we were settled in for our 12+ hour flight to Seoul, Korea. It’s strange seeing US soil vanishing from sight for the last time for a very long time.

I didn't think about taking a picture until I had already eaten half of it.

I didn’t think about taking a picture until I had already eaten half of it.

That was the longest, but definitely the most comfortable flight I’ve ever been on. Asiana Airlines puts United to shame. Nice cushy seats, slippers, blankets, and pillows for everyone, free entertainment, multiple snacks…just a little into our flight, the stewardesses handed out hot, damp washcloths to freshen ourselves with, and soon served the first of two full course meals. Steak was on the menu for the first meal, Parmesan Crusted Chicken on the next. We barely made our flight in Seoul either after going through the long security line AGAIN. The flight from Seoul to Siem Reap was almost 7 hours long. Thankfully I was exhausted enough that I could sleep for most of the time. We arrived in Siem Reap Wednesday evening around 11 I think.

I can’t describe the feeling I had knowing that our journey was coming to an end, that we were in Cambodia. As the plane taxied down the runway…catching my first glimpse of Cambodia, walking down the steps to put our feet on Cambodian ground for the first time, breathing the warm sticky air and the peculiar smells…wow. I just can’t put my thoughts and feelings into words. And knowing that an even bigger journey was awaiting us…it seemed surreal, and still does in fact. We piled ourselves into the visa line inside the airport. Almost immediately one of the uniformed ladies seated behind the long, high desk spied Alaina. With a delighted grin she came around to her and asked if she could hold her. Alaina was surprisingly okay with her, and the lady went back around and showed off her find to the other ladies. They cuddled, ohhed, and ahhed over her until we were done with our paperwork.

The mode of transportation.

The tuk-tuk…one mode of transportation.

And then it was on to claim our piles of checked in luggage…and then to meet these people we’ve been hearing about and communicating with for so long. Matt and Miriam Schmidt and their four girls, the schoolteacher Jasmine, and Sen, Frank, Chum, and Veasna were all waiting for us at the airport entrance. It was a bit strange at first, but when we piled ourselves into the various modes of transportation and started on the ride for ‘home’, things lightened up a bit.

The Five Star...because it's just that comfy. (not!)

The “Five Star”…because it’s just that comfy. (not!)

I was amazed at the girls wrapped in jackets exclaiming over how cool (one little lady went so far as to call it “freezing”) it was this evening. “What have I gotten myself into? If this is cool…” Our very bumpy ride wasn’t too long. We slowed down and bit and I peered into the semi-darkness and spied it…our house. I recognized it from the pictures, but it was so much different driving up to it in person, knowing that this was where we were going to live for the next several years. Someone opened the big iron gate, the “Five Star” pulled up to the front steps, and we tumbled out. The boys immediately started unloading our belongings. Forrest and I stood on the porch with the others for awhile. The first thing I noticed was the tiny geckos residing on the orange walls. How cute! Forrest was enthralled with the little fish pool right off the porch.

And then we went on the grand tour of our new home. And it’s big! Pretty much mansion sized compared to the dear little house we left 48 hours ago. One favorite place was immediately the big balcony/patio on top of the roof. A perfect spot to go relax or do laundry, and the orchids hanging from the roof are stunning._MG_8040 _MG_8036

The patio on the roof already in use, and one of the lovely orchids.

After a bit more chit-chat, Matt’s family and the rest left us to straighten out the luggage and go to bed sometime. We worked on settling in for a while, waited for the AC to kick in and the water to get hot enough for a shower. Wow. That shower was wonderful. And the bed even better.

Cambodia…Day One

Most of us were up around six this morning, not used to the new time. Frank and Chum were around talking with the boys. At twelve, we went to Matt and Miriam’s house for lunch. The loklak with morning glory prepared by Maly was absolutely delicious. I remember Matthews and Larrys (who were here before us) telling us about loklak, and now I know why they liked it so much! After lunch the girls had fun getting to know Matt’s younger girls better. Anisha is 8 and Deanna is 7, so Carissa has two little ladies just her age. Jenna is just a month younger than Forrest, and they have become fast friends.

IMG_0798Carissa, Anisha, Deanna, and Heather

IMG_0797Jenna and Forrest

After a while, most of us loaded up on the Five Star and tuk-tuk and headed for town. Our first stop was the Old Market. Quite the experience! Colors – colors everywhere, with eager vendors reaching out beseeching you to buy something from them. Scarves, skirts, bracelets, blankets, purses, rugs, hats, cosmetics, shoes…you name it. Forrest was with me and attracted lots of attention. He heard “Hi, boy!” over and over. He wasn’t too sure what to think. In the center of the market is the food section – piles of fresh veggies and fruit, as well as all sorts of ‘fresh’ poultry and seafood. Forrest did know what to think about that. “It STINKS in here!” And whenever we started going towards the center again, he’d drag his feet and say, “Let’s not go in there!” And I agree…the combination of smells is rather nauseating.

Next we went to the Lucky Mall, which they tell me is the closest thing to Walmart in Siem Reap. We had some other various stops to make as well. At one stop, most of us stayed out in the Five Star while Miriam went in to make some purchases. An old man, definitely not Khmer, maybe Afghan, walked up and started talking with Matt. He said he likes Mennonites and has seen them in several places. One place he told about that he had seen Mennonites was in Costa Rica. And the place and people he described sounded just like Dad’s cousin Pablo. We don’t know for sure, but it proved to me again what a small world we really live in. =)

It wasn’t very late when we got home, but we were all absolutely exhausted. Mom said she almost fell over she was so tired. Miriam sent sandwiches over for supper, and soon after that we all tumbled into bed.


That pretty much sums it up right there…

Day 2 & 3

We basically spent these days getting settled in, sweating, and getting to know people. Thursday evening, we found out that Pastor Sen’s mother-in-law had passed away. Sen’s wife, Mum, was with her when she died. Sen, Matt, Miriam, and Jenna left several hours after they found out about the death, because the funeral was the next day, and it was a twelve hour bus ride to get there. Matts’ leaving left the girls at home alone, so they spent the next two nights at our house.

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Dallas and Austin spying on the people fishing in the ‘pond’ across the road.

The boys spent time getting to know Frank and Chum. They are two Khmer men that having been helping ALAM with the well drilling projects, so the boys will be working closely with them. Frank and Chum helped the boys cut down sugar cane in our yard, and the children loved eating it. They also took Dad and me to town to stock up on groceries for Mom.


“Let’s try this sugar cane nonsense…”





Day 4 – Our first Sunday in Cambodia

IMG_0807Matt and Miriam came back from the funeral late Saturday night, and Sunday morning they came over a little early to help us set up for church in our living room. Frank and his wife came for the service, as well as several other native women and children. Since Pastor Sen was still with his wife’s relatives, Veasna, a young Christian girl who spends lots of time with Matt’s family, was the interpreter for Sunday school and the message. Listening to her rattle off in Khmer, I had to wonder how I will ever learn the language. It is so entirely different from English, and sounds very difficult.

After the service we all had lunch together. In the evening, Matts’ family along with Jasmine, the school teacher, and Veasna, came over for a time of singing and fellowship. While singing, something on the wall caught my attention. It was a very large gecko – at LEAST thirty-six inches long! Okay, that was an exaggeration…probably more like eight inches. But he’s still pretty big, and Miriam informed us that he lives behind our bookshelf. Oh joy. “But you want them in your house…they eat insects.” Oh. Hmm. I’ll have to think on that one a bit.

That evening when it was time for bed, Carissa came up to my bedroom and wondered if she couldn’t sleep with me tonight. “Why don’t you just sleep in your bed?” “I’m scared the gecko is going to come into our bedroom!” Forrest was scared of geckos too suddenly, and thus scared to go to sleep. But they soon got settled down after some assuring (although I wasn’t too sure myself) that the geckos wouldn’t bother us. And Jesus is with us in Cambodia just like He was at home, and he’ll protect us from lizards.

Well, I think I’ll bring this post to a close. I’ve been working on it since Sunday and it’s just getting longer and longer, because I have more and more days to cover. So more later…

Lea Heuy for now! (‘lee-hi’…’goodbye’ in Khmer)

The Journey…

I wrote this post during our layover in Newark. It was a couple days ago now and we have arrived, but this is the first time I had both time to post and internet connection. I’ll try to write another update soon on how it’s going here.

NOTICE: Before I get more interesting happenings covered though, let me make a correction to our prayer card…somehow in writing down dad’s email address, I got two different accounts mixed up. So, his email address is NOT The real one is . And we’d all love hearing from you! =) Okay…on to more.


Joy. Exhaustion. Deep sadness. Anticipation. Painful goodbyes and heavy hearts. Unchecked tears. All these we have experienced these last few weeks, today particularly. Well ‘today’ was yesterday. It’s all running together in a great big blur.

It’s a strange feeling, not having a place to call home. They say ‘Home is where the heart is’ and I guess I’d have to say my heart is still at home. But then, where IS home? Our now empty house is nearly ready for the next occupants, and my green room looks more like a cold, deserted cave than the inviting haven it was just a few days ago. And I don’t know much at all about where we’re going.

We are biding our time at the Newark Liberty Airport.  Dear Forrest came to me a bit ago and asked, “When are we gonna go home?” “Remember though Forrest, we’re not going back home for a long time? Now we’re going to Cambodia, and that’s going to be our home.” “I don’t like Cambodia,” he said, a sad frown on his tired face. Poor child. I must say I know how he feels. Right now I feel like I wish I had never before heard of a place on the other side of the world called Cambodia, that I was safely curled up in my own bed at home. But I know that God has a plan for us, for me, in Cambodia, dark and unknown as it may seem at the moment.

A sign that caught my attention at the airport a little before we left.

A sign that caught my attention at the airport a little before we left.

Sunday was filled with packing, last minute preparations, and many goodbyes. Our departure goal of 5:30 am was stealthily creeping up, and we simply weren’t ready yet. When the last dear friends had left around 10:30, the job of getting truly ready before 5:30 looked absolutely undoable. We raced around shoving things in random half-filled boxes (at least I did – maybe we shouldn’t tell mom about that), stuffing carry-ons, and trying to bring some law and order to our chaotic house. I have been pretty much ignoring my phone notifications the last several weeks. The messages of encouragement you sent meant the world, but there simply wasn’t time to reply to them all, much less keep up with my email or Facebook. But Sunday night I took a breather and checked my notifications. I have new emails. Hmm. “Important Flight Information – Confirmation D7NXPP” from United Airlines, Inc…Hmm?? Probably one of their advertisements trying to make me worried… “One or more of your flights has been affected by a delay or cancellation.” What? And there it was…the real itinerary for a real trip. “Better check this one out, Lori.” So I logged in to my United account, and sure enough, there it was. “Your flight has been cancelled.”

Now you may not think it’s so amazing to find an email about a cancelled flight, but here’s why I do. Weeks ago when Dad was trying to set up MileagePlus accounts for all of us, he remembered that I already had an account from my prior globe-trottings, and asked me for my account number to give to our agent. I knew I only had a minuscule amount of points, and have always had trouble remembering my account number, as well as trouble finding it even with all the helpful “Lost your password?” links. So I felt like it would save time and effort to just create a new account. Laziness, really. But he persisted. I spent some time trying to find it one evening with dad looking over my shoulder. See, Dad? It really is hard to find. NOW will you just make a new account? Hmm. The next day, I think, he called me from work. “Why don’t you just call United and ask them to help you? I need to give the number to Davy soon.” Grr. I greatly dislike calling people I don’t know. I’ll try online one more time. And I found the number! Cool. Dad’s happy, I’ll be happy…The real point is, if I would have had a new account started, I wouldn’t have had my account set to email me updates, and I never would have seen the cancellation. We would have worked madly all night until it was time to go, and still not have been done, not to mention being bone-weary. We, and our friends coming with us to the airport, would have gotten up ever so early and driven to the airport, only to see “CANCELLED” on the board.

I think it’s amazing. Weeks ago, God had that all planned out. “Allen, you NEED to get Lori’s old number. No! Not a new one. Her OLD one. Yup. That one. I have this covered. Trust me.” Little light bulb moments like that make me wonder why I can’t trust Him more fully. And we still worked until about two, but oh joy! We slept that night – simply wonderful considering what could have been!

So Monday morning we found out that our new flight was scheduled to leave at 5:39 pm. There was still lots of work to do so we worked feverishly to get things done before two. We finally left at 2:30 after a delayed email from our agent with the needed information check-in information. Hauled the piles of luggage into the buzzing airport, and dad got in the very long check-in line. Did I mention the long line? He ended up creeping along for about 2 ½ hours before they finally started the check-in process. Another little miracle there – Dad had been carefully weighing every box to keep them all under the maximum 50 pounds. The scales he used must have been lacking in the accuracy department, because most of the boxes were coming up to 51 pounds, give or take. But the man at the desk let them all go through without the overweight fee, which would not have been small. Granddads, Charles’ family, our ‘adopted sibling’ neighbors, and Rogers’ were there with us for most of the time, which helped the time go faster.

Forrest and Gale spending some quality time together...

Forrest and Gale spending some quality time together…

Ah...I miss you already Cassandra dear.

Ah…I miss you already Cassandra dear.

Dallas and Tommy have been constant companions the last several years...I'm not sure how they're going to operate without eachother around to tease.

Dallas and Tommy have been constant companions the last several years…I’m not sure how they’re going to operate without eachother around to tease.



More waiting...

More waiting…

One last picture with these dear friends...

One last picture with these dear friends…photo credits to Gale.

Photo credits to Gale..

Photo credits to Gale again…

After being delayed two more times while we were waiting, our flight finally settled on an 8 o’clock departure…And the time came. Oh the painful goodbyes. My heart broke to see little Carissa and Karla hugging each other and crying, to feel dear Alyssa’s sobs, to hug Granddad and Grandmom one last time. The dam that’s been keeping me sane the last weeks broke, and tears flowed all around. But finally we had to go, and piled our tribe through security.I must say going through security with 11 people and 22 bags is a threat to my sanity. Our plane finally left a little after 8. Goodbye South Carolina. We love you and all your beautiful people!

Excited and just a tiny bit scared...

Excited and just a tiny bit scared…

Forrest was sitting with me on the plane…at first he was so excited! It was so much fun to watch his wonderment. Then when we actually started moving, he suddenly turned to me and said, “Lori, I think I’m scared!” =) A nice 2 hour flight brought us to Newark Liberty Airport in New Jersey sometime after nine. Our delays made us miss the San Francisco flight for tonight, so we’re stuck here until 6:50 am. I don’t like this airport. It’s different from any I’ve ever been to, and it’s deserted other than the uncomfortable number of bums, who seem to frequent the airport looking for a meal handout or a warm place to sleep. We found a Subway, and Forrest made fast friends with the cute old foreign man running the place, after Forrest asked me what that man’s name is. I told the man what he asked, and he told us his name was “Gus.” I guess it made him feel good that a little guy like Forrest took notice of him, cause he grinned and promptly pulled out a cookie for one delighted little boy. Later one of the boys was getting something else, and he pulled a juice box out of the fridge and said, “Give dis to my leetle friend over there.” Forrest was smitten. When we tried to stop him from wandering around, he said, “I’m just going to Gus!”

We found a corner in which to stick out the night, and it’s now 4 am. I haven’t slept a wink, but I’m feeling like I might be able to now no matter how uncomfortable my ‘bed’. The others sure have found ways to sleep._MG_7939


You gotta do what you gotta do...

You gotta do what you gotta do…

Well…so long.