Friday, December 31, 2010

Oh My Gosh No Way!!

Seriously, is it 2011 tonight? Geez louise.

Somehow I missed Christmas.

And I vaguely remember taking a trip to Europe recently??? What in the world?!

Don't get me wrong, 2010 is free to go. But I just can't believe it's actually here!

And goodnight Elizabeth there's a lot coming up really really soon. (And even more to prepare for....but I'll tell you about that after we get to January.)

So....I leave for Kenya in 3 weeks and 4 days....here we go! On this trip, dad and I are traveling with a staff person of Compassion International and a few church leaders from another group to meet our church partner in Nakuru, Kenya. We're very excited to see where this partnership will lead and what God will use it for.

When we get back I'll be hitting it hard to advertise concerts supporting the Fort Worth Community Arts Center. These concerts will feature students of Betty Buckley at the Modern Art Museum in Fort Worth. You'll want to be there. I'm singing. :)

Happy New Year! Here's to a good year!


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Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Put 5,000 Slaves On Standby

Aida!!! I love it. Best musical ever. Maybe 2nd only to the original Beauty and the Beast cast.

Taking place in 3000 BC Egypt, the pharaoh's ministry advisor opens by telling his son (the captain of the guard played by the talented Adam Pascal) to gain power and "put 5,000 slaves on standby - build another pyramid."

Humorous. Catchy. A little sad. Especially when you think about the probability that the slaves he was talking about were Israelites. But we'll skip over that for the tongue-in-cheek sarcasm put to perfectly timed melody and a firey orange back drop with a hint of fuschia in the morning sky.

The real point of this is how we encourage - yes, I said ENCOURAGE, not allow - the continuation of slavery today.

There are 2 huge share crops that promote the use of slavery IN and OUT of the USA. The one I'm most concerned with at the moment is coffee.

Understand upfront, I am a lover of coffee. My husband loves coffee. We drink it every morning and sometimes more than that! So don't think I'm going to start off on telling everyone to drink nothing but tap water. (Although I'm an advocate for that as well! Good use of natural resources and gives you the daily fluoride you need!)

A few facts about slavery and coffee:

1) The world market average for 1 pound of coffee beans is $0.60

2) The USA consumes 1/5th of the coffee in the world

3) Coffee prices are at an 8 year low for the farmers, however consumer prices are higher than ever leaving the farmers in poverty

4) Slave labor is used in the production of coffee including child labor

We can be smart about how we buy and drink coffee. And honestly it's easy. Fair Trade coffee is becoming more and more available to the consumer. What's Fair Trade?

Glad you asked.

Fair Trade was begun and approved by the UN in the late 1980's-90's in order to pay small farmers what they were worth. Currently, a fair trade farmer makes at minimum $1.26 per pond of coffee. Note this is more than double what the global average is currently. Small coffee farmers receive prices that are less than adequate for their product forcing them into a cycle of debt and poverty. Fair Trade takes out the middle man (the coffee trader between farmer and corporation) and requires adequate payment for products. It is a viable solution to this crisis and ensures consumers that the coffee they drink is being purchased under fair conditions. Keep in mind, the majority of the world live on less than $1 a day. You are in the top 12% of the world if you make $43,000 a year in your entire household.

So maybe you don't buy into the fact that slavery is very much still real. Try this: It's also good for the environment. Small farmers are the best stewards of the land. Fair Trade farmers don't have the capital input to clear forests, buy chemical fertilizers and pesticides. They generally grow small plots of mixed-crop, shade grown coffee organically.

Even if you don't get all warm and fuzzy about the polar bears and the oil covered ducks, I employ you to get righteously angry about using children to harvest your coffee. Especially when it costs you $5 to drink it.

Would you drink a cup of coffee if it was handed to you by a homeless child without shoes and a swollen belly? It sounds harsh, I know. But this has to be personal to us!! So would you take it? Or would you toss it and feed the child? I wouldn't ever drink it again. I would be sick at the site of it. I would never ever get over the fact of how selfish I am. But I beg of you to see, this is in fact what we're doing. Maybe the coffee you drink isn't harvested by that child. But it's harvested by his parents. Or his grandparents. Or his older caretaker sibling.

So here's how to get Fair Trade coffee. First, look for the Fair Trade symbol on the bag:




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If it's not there, it's not Fair Trade. We purchase FT coffee at the grocery store. You can even buy it at Starbucks. They offer 2 types of FT coffee as whole bean bags. Please take note, the (RED) coffee from Africa is NOT FT!! Although it's supporting the AIDS initiative, it is reinforcing slavery.

PLEASE ask your local Starbucks BEFORE you order if they will brew your drink with Fair Trade coffee. They have a "yes" policy, so if it's in the store, they have to do it.

You can also order FT in bulk from www.larrysbeans.com. A friend just showed me Drink Coffee Do Good that you can purchase fair trade coffee from online. Duncan Donuts brews FT in the store and SOME of their bagged coffee is FT (although I've yet to find it for purchase). Some versions of Folgers and Millstone are FT but look for the symbol!! Here it is again!



Great websites to go to with more info on Fair Trade:

Global Exchange

Fair Trade Coffee

I know this sounds extreme, but this is personal to us. We WILL be held accountable for how we treat others even if we are ignorant of this. I am terrified to think what faces I'll see in heaven whom I refused to help for the sake of my own coffee indulgence.

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Tuesday, November 30, 2010

"One Thing Becomes The Next"

Betty Lynn Buckley is quite possibly the most gifted person I know. And I'm proud to say....I know her. She can sing "do be do's" and still mesmerize the class.

During class last night she said something that clicked with me. An "ah-ha!" moment, if you will.

"One thing becomes the next."

She's referring to different moments in a song. They are all connected ideas and thoughts and images although they are unique from each other. It can also apply to the energy of a song. If your energy with one idea or phrase is huge, and say the next image is meant to be more reflective, you can't rush to it. The energies must connect. Being a "master communicator," she teaches us how to evoke emotion and share entire experiences with our audience. So this idea that in a song one thing becomes the next is huge. Each idea or phrase is a new idea, a pearl. And the performer has to string those pearls together. The string though is delicate. It's made of silk, and it can break easily. But when done correctly, it's beautiful. Breath taking. Emotional. Luxurious.

The big "ah-ha!" came to me though when I realized how true this statement is for outside performance. One thing becomes the next. We're stringing our own set of pearls together. Some are round and shiny and beautiful. Some are dark and oval and dull. If one thing really becomes another, I guess the question we should be asking is...

What am I starting with?

Monday, November 22, 2010

So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Goodnight

Tomorrow is my very last day at Children's Medical Center. After almost 7 years, it's time for us to part. And it's weird.

I start a new journey in December. Well, sorta new. Trauma is trauma no matter where you are - at least in the world of halflings. So that's not new. But it is a new place, a new role, and a new way of doing things.

I'll miss quite a few things - my second family - who at times I saw more than my own family. At times, was even closer to them than my own family. Definitely built lifelong friendships with a few of them. Laughed, cried, and been hysterical together. And I learned more from them than I could possibly imagine. I hope I was able to do the same in return. I will be so sad to leave you girls (and the occasional guy- Marshall, Stinky...) but extremely excited about the new opportunity ahead. So with that I say (sing)...

Adieu, adieu, to you and you and you...I flit, I float, I fleetly flee, I fly. Goodbye...

Monday, November 15, 2010

We're Gonna Paint The Town And All That Jazz

Scadoo

Chicago here we come!

This week is the training event for church leaders for Compassion's newest ministry, Church To Church. We're excited to be linked with a church in Kenya, and we'll have more detailed info this week!

A trip is being planned for the key leaders after the first of the year, and a subsequent trip will be open to members of Celebration that will be planned for late summer or early fall of 2011. If you're interested, go ahead and get your name in. Without having met the church yet, we're not sure exactly what the trip will entail, but I can tell ya, you'll wanna be a part of it.

Having traveled with Compassion International in the past, I learned so much about the heart of God's people and how the global church is effectively empowering the poor.

Our involvement with C2C will bring not only an immense opportunity for personal growth and a challenge to be involved and aware about how our brothers and sisters across the globe live, but it will also bring hope and encouragement to a church who is striving to reach their community for the name of Jesus Christ....

And all that jazz.


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Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Fighter Pilots, Kelly Clarkson, and The World Series

October 30, 2010 is a day I will never forget. Thanks to a very dear friend of my family's, we were fortunate to go to Game 3 of the World Series - the very first World Series home game in franchise history for the Texas Rangers.

Being long time fans, my family had an early start to the day. Dad and Davis had work to do, so they missed our "pre-show" Series fun and met up with us later. We started off the day by going to Jason's Deli for lunch. At the table next to us were a couple of guys in Air Force Pilot uniforms.

I whisper, "Hey bro, what do you bet those guys are flying over the game today?"

Of course we strike up a conversation with them and find out that they are the lucky ones chosen to time the flyover. Luckier than the pilots flying over, if you ask me. Jason ("Hollywood") stood at the dugout and Brian ("Vapor") stood on top of the scoreboard. They timed the flyover down to the second! Real nice guys. Ashley walked by the table and caught a "sneak" shot at Jason to which he said to Zack, "Women are silly." And Zack replied to the handsome soldier in uniform, "You two should know that better than most men..." Of course Z was encouraging Ashley to take off her wedding ring and flirt with them to get a ride in their jet. Silly bro.

Real nice guys. We saw them later at the game. So jealous they were on the field the day of a World Series game!! What an honor!

After lunch we were all so excited!! We basically RAN to the field from Lincoln Square. We sang, we cheered, we did the claw!





We got to the stadium early for BP along with about 2000 other crazed fans. The energy was incredible...






An incredible moment happend during the first pitch. Nolan Ryan threw the first pitch to catcher Ivan "Pudge" Rodriguez. This was very special for us since we grew up watching Nolan and Pudge.


There was so much red and blue in the stands it was breath taking! Before the game even started the crowd was nuts. We chanted "Let's Go Rangers" through the entire Giants lineup!








Here's Josh Hamilton's introduction


Then one of my favorite parts of the whole day happened. Kelly Clarkson sang the national anthem. As you know....I'm kinda into the performing arts. So hearing her sing one of the most difficult songs of all time, on a day like this...wow. Amazing. And she knocked it out of the park.






The game was
so exciting! Josh Hamilton's home run was huge. There's nothing like a guy circling the bases to red fireworks and The Natural. Warms your blood.


The Final Out was more excitement than we could even stand. Oh my gosh...I still get crazy when I watch this video.






I'm so glad we were there for the Ranger's only World Series win. Next year boys....next year...

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Wait A Minute Mr. Postman

Waayait Mr. Pooostman.....

I love getting mail. Real mail. Maybe that's one reason I'm an internet shopper. There's something real special about getting real mail. Maybe because we have all these new fangled ways of communication like email and twitter and facebook. So getting genuine mail is rare. And special.

I remember I used to write letters to my best friend Anna Sweeney in the 7th and 8th grade over the summer. Passing notes was a big thing during school. Helped keep you awake during class when discussions of feminist writers wasn't doing it for you. (Oh 8th grade AP English....and Ms. Rob....) Anyways...so Anna and I would decorate our envelopes, write in markers, and sometimes color on top of the entire letter. And how exciting it was to get a letter in the mail!!!

Because of this memory, I try to write to our Compassion sponsored children at least once every 4-6 weeks. Sometimes the turn around time between here to Colorado Springs to their country takes about 4 weeks. (Longer to Tanzania where I get letters dates 2-3 months prior to arrival.)

Something I have heard frequently from newer and even more experienced sponsors is, "What do I say to my sponsored kids?? It doesn't even sound like they're the ones writing back to me."

Don't be discouraged. You're not alone.

Ever wondered if your letter really means anything? Look at this well read letter that was held on to for over 3 years in a shack in Kenya:

More of Eliud's heartbreaking and hopeful story is found with Compassion bloggers Brad Ruggles and Shaun Groves (who's one of my favorites). Warning: Eliud's story will change your life. Especially after watching his video in Brad's blog.

If you don't follow Compassion's blog, you need to. Recently a wonderful post was written about what Compassion kids want to hear from their sponsor. You'll be surprised. And filled with a sad sort of hope for them. Here's a few examples:

I would like my sponsor to write me more about her future plans, hobbies, and what she does during her free time. I hope she will never forget to write me and pray for me.” — Pauline

“What I like most about everything she writes is how she tells me to walk on God’s path. I also like it when she praises my talent, my personality and everything I do is a blessing to her. She writes mostly about her work in a camp and how she spends her time with her husband. One thing I’m curious about my sponsor is if she’s pregnant because she’s been married for almost two years now and I still haven’t read in her letters of them having a baby.” — Hallelujah

“My sponsor always sends me greetings and holiday cards. It feels like I am physically with them during special occasions when I actually am not. She really loves me and shows care for me in each of her letters. I am curious to know how it feels to live in their country. Is it like also here in the Philippines?” — Christopher

Other great ideas can be found at Relationship Building Through Child Sponsorship


Some interesting statistics have crossed my path about the letter writing relationship that I think you'll be interested to know.

Sponsored children do 40% better in school if they receive 2 or more letters a year.

A group of sponsored children were polled, and when asked what is your favorite part of being sponsored, the main response was "receiving letters from my sponsor" more than gifts, going to the center's activities, or receiving the lunch meal at the center (sometimes their only meal of the day).



On Sunday November 7th, we are hosting the first annual Christmas Letter Writing Party for Compassion at Celebration Fellowship. And you're not going to want to miss it. We'll have all the paper supplies you could dream of (but if you've got a scrapbook-junkie friend who wants to get rid of some stuff, we'll gladly take it off her hands).
You can even write unaddressed letters that will be given to Compassion kids who are still waiting for a sponsor.

Now they can all join in the excitement of a handwritten letter together.



So bring your photos, your sponsor number and child's number, your friends, and your family, and we'll see you there. November 7th, 4:00pm. Don't miss it. It'll could change the life of a child.


Monday, October 25, 2010

You'll Be Happy to Know - I'm Going

That's right folks. I'm going to the World Series. Saturday.

Yes.....

There's perks to a blog. Or maybe it's being a preachers kid. Or maybe both.

No wait. What am I saying...few perks to being the preachers kid. But I think it was a combo of both. Love by proxy.

I'll take it.

So we're loaded with Rangers gear, World Series tickets, and a heart full of hope.

And you know what? Thank you Rangers. Good frickin' grief. What a sad sack of a year it's been, and here you go doing whatever you can to redeem it. I should give you guys an award. 5 Gold Stars. And a claw.

My last post Why I Need A World Series Ticket has been my most visited post since Blogger added the stats option. But somehow....out of over 100 views...no one commented directly to the blog....hmmmm. So I wonder....do people not know how? No. That can't be it. It's so easy. Maybe they aren't really reading? No. Because people comment on them when they see me. So what is it then? You tell me.

In my comments of course. :)

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Why I Need A World Series Ticket

I grew up on baseball. No really. I know people say that and it's America's favorite pastime and stuff, but when I say I grew up on baseball, I really did.

My mom is an avid baseball fan. That's really where it all starts. But here's a list of reasons on why you should help me get a ticket (or by all means "tickets") to a Texas Rangers World Series Game.

1. Most kids get lullabies sung to them as infants. As a baby I was sung to sleep to "Take Me Out To The Ballgame." True story.

2. When we'd come home from school in the afternoon it wasn't unusual to have mom say, "You guys want to go see the Rangers tonight?" And we'd say, "But mom we have homework..." And she'd say, "It's ok, just bring it with you!" So we spent many a cool spring and fall evening doing homework at the original Ballpark in Arlington.

3. We used to do birthday parties at the Ranger game. One year, we celebrated my July 10th birthday a little late...on July 28, 1994. Kenny Rogers pitched me a perfect game. This day is also my parents wedding anniversary. Our names were on the jumbo-tron.

4. I was selected as the Rainblo Celebrity Batgirl and received a tour of the stadium, a meet and greet with Jeff Frye (who hit me a homerun because I asked - and he wasn't a homerun hitter!), and a great ringer style tshirt that I still wear today.

5. We used to live behind Nolan Ryan and had so much fun driving through the neighborhood after his huge 5,000th strikeout! Signs in everyone's yards...so cool. It's so fitting he's the prez now. I know he'd appreciate me being there.

6. I continued to be such a huge baseball fan in college that I regularly attended Baylor baseball games by myself on Tuesday and Thursday nights (sometimes with homework - like the good ol' days)

7. I went to Baylor University with David Murphy and cheered him on for 2 full seasons of college ball. (Kelly Shopack was there at the same time. Go Bears, Go!)

8. I'm probably the only girl you know who's been to over a dozen stadiums, read autobiographies, and collected baseball memorabilia. I could hold intelligent conversations about who your "all time team" picks would be or why we SHOULD keep the DH around. That's gotta count for something.

9. My mom used to work out with the Texas Rangers. There's something real cool about players waving to your mom from the field. Makes you feel tall.

And finally....

10. I lost faith in the players after 2 strikes, a round of steroids, and the annihilation of legit baseball records from the greats of the past. However, the game stayed beautiful in my heart. This group of Texas Rangers has redeemed any hope in baseball that was once lost for me. Josh Hamilton, a story of redemption himself, leads the team with faith in Jesus Christ. After being asked about his post-season experience during the MVP award ceremony, he says, "First, all glory be to God, Jesus Christ." Now that's some baseball I can get on board with!

All of these things add up to one huge thing - I've been a Rangers fan my whole life, and I gotta get to that Series!

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Saturday, October 16, 2010

My Other Brother

Today is my other brother's birthday.

My other brother is Robert Gordon. AKA: Robby, Tinkerbell, Rrrrroobbbbay!

Robby is the man. And he has a great beard. Kinda like this:



Robby and I have been siblings for about 12 years now. He is my favorite man friend and always notices my new shoes. I have a funny impression of that. Just ask our moms. I like to do it for them.

Robby is a fantastic guitarist who has beautiful hair, an impeccable sense of fashion (male AND female) and loves some of my most favorite things including Jesus, Disney, and the color fuschia.

Yo ho Rrrrrroobbbay, You rock.




Friday, October 15, 2010

Calling All exScrapbookers!!!

Hello to you who only thought you were that crafty.

Hello to you who got sucked into the world of tiny stamps and brightly designed paper.

Hello to you who lost the time to care.

Hello to you who had well intentions of keeping the memories of your small children together in a pristine little scrapbook with pristine little cutouts and pristine cornered pages.

Your time for redemption has come!!!

On November 7th there will be an area-wide Christmas letter writing party for Compassion sponsors! And we need your extra scrapbooking material.

ANYTHING you have will be greatly appreciated, but we are specifically looking for:

paper
stickers
stamps
ink pads
letter cutouts
scissors
shape cutouts
organizers/storage
markers
color pens/pencils
envelopes
cardstock
Christmas "flavored" papers/stickers/cutouts etc.

Let me know you've got them, and we'll get it from ya! An easy drop off at Celebration Fellowship in the office can be arranged as well.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Just Around the Corner...

I feel like lately that life continues to be "just around the corner" for me. The corner is at least getting closer and closer, but we're still not there yet.

Just around the corner is a new professional role.

Just around the corner is the return of free time.

Just around the corner is a new experience with Compassion and Celebration Fellowship.

Just around the corner is.....

What's just around the corner for you?

Actually, today my flight was booked for the Church To Church training event in South Barrington, IL in November. Excited about it. Not about the flight, I don't particularly care for flying, but for the event.

Hey - don't forget to send in your Christmas money by October 31st for your Compassion sponsored kiddos. https://www.compassion.com/contribution/giving/compassion-christmas-gift-program.htm You can sign in there.


Friday, October 8, 2010

Raiders of the Lost Arts

Lost Art #1: Architecture/Interior Design

Now I know that sounds silly, but after you've seen what we've just seen, you know it's a lost art. Everything today is cookie cutter. It's drywall and paint. An occasional mosaic may surface or striped walls, but nothing like what they were doing centuries ago.

America is so young. Our country hasn't had centuries of artifacts rotting away in the underground waiting to be rediscovered by a new generation of people. Between Rome and Greece we saw about all the ruins available in the European world. Including the oldest ever discovered: the Palace of Knossos in Crete, circa 3000 BC. Uh hello.....that's frickin old. And by the way, they had an indoor water system. Still visible (and currently walked on) is the marble and red paint on the floors. Did you hear me? They painted their floors red 5000 years ago and we are still walking on it today!

(Ok if you're bored here, skip on down to Lost Art #2. It's way cooler.)

The Queen's room had a painted fresco of dolphins with a celling built as if it were just underneath the surface of the ocean's waves. Red and black painted columns acted as the doorway:




We also walked the ruins of ancient Ephesus where rows and rows of intricately sculpted marble columns lay waiting for their discoverer to deduct the place of their original standing.



Ephesus is still being excavated. There was a archeological work crew on site at the Great Theater where the riot broke out due to Paul's work in Ephesus (last half of Acts 19).

Also in Ephesus is a library that is adorned with marble statues and columns, standing 3 stories high. Mosaics adorn entryways, and everything was covered in marble. (A lot of things that "were" adorned in marble were pillaged by the catholic church and used for their own buildings.)

I'd like to have seen this process in action. How did they build such massive structures with stone and then proceed to cover it with marble? And thousands of years ago?!

In Venice there is the Basilica San Marco which was originally built in the early 800's, then again in the late 900's, and lastly in 1034...with some of the original mosaic still intact at the west entryway.

Inside there are marble mosaic floors. But we're not talking about pieces the size of a floor tile or checker board designs....we're talking meter after meter of art....

The Basilica wouldn't allow pictures or video, but I got one in this church that is very similar to it. Although the Basilica San Marco is 5x the size....

Lost Art #2: Paper Making

Venice is known for 3 things other than it's streets of water: glass, masks, and paper.

We came across this paperie called La Carta in the district of San Marco. The shop owner and paper maker began telling me about the differences in the journals he sells. (And don't you know I love a good journal...) I became completely enthralled with the detail of his shop. I picked up one journal, flipped through it's blank pages, and in perfect English with a thick accent he began telling me about the quality of it's watermarked pages. He scurried behind his desk, disappeared into a back room, and brings out an old, worn, leather journal. From 1600. He opens it to show me the quality of it's paper. How it's held the ink and outlasted the weather for over 400 years.



He holds up one of its old, worn pages to the light to show me the exact same watermarks as in the journal I'm holding. Each of these journals are bound and covered by him with decorated paper he dyes by hand using water, oils, and metals. Some designs require the use of a comb. Others, he tells us, a paintbrush.



He shows us his handmade leather journals with handmade paper. "100% cotton and water," he says. "Then, like in the old days with the cowboys," he says as he pretends to hike up his pants and kick his boots out, "you do it like this," and he makes a motion like he's sifting for gold. He shows me it's paper up to the light and points out the very fine pattern of a net. For these journals he hand picks the leather and sews the pages together in groups of 4.




We took mom and dad back in the next day to meet him and show them his beautiful paper.



We got a little lesson in how he dyes the paper that he uses to bind journals and to sell as loose leaf.
A true joy Mr. Vianello! A lost art. And he wrapped them for me.

In paper.





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Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Oh dear...(Mykonos, Patmos, Kusadasi/Ephesus)

9.27....I think

As I lay in my cruise ship bed tonight I'm wondering....

"How many kids have peed in this bed? How many drunk adults...?"

I have a thing with beds. They have to be clean, they have to be neat, and they have to be MINE!" I hate sleeping in a foreign bed. Ask my husband. It's an issue on any overnight thing we have. Even in a really nice hotel with a really nice bed. I hear they don't wash the comforters, like, ever.

Ew.

But today was amazing. The beautiful island of Mykonos. We ate some yummy food at Nikos and walked the island. We didn't make it to the side with the huge old windmills, but we did see Petros the famous pelican. He waltzed through Nikos in the patio during our dinner. Really weird actually. Have you ever seen a pelican? In real life? They're gianormous!! He was probably 2 1/2 feet tall, at least. Maybe 3.

Ok, in the spirit of Petros, time for Angry Birds before bedtime.

Wish me luck in my questionable bed with the really questionable mattress.

9.28 (Patmos/Kusadasi, Turkey/Ephesus)

This morning we went to the island of Patmos where John received the Revelation from God. It was way cool....we went through the cave where John supposedly was at the time of his writing. There's a church built over it now (of course) and a monastery along the cliffside.

But the real gem came when we went to Kusadasi, Turkey. Also known as the ancient city of Ephesus. We walked the streets where ruins lay of a once bustling and thriving city.



2 theaters in this city, one holding around 25,000 people. The larger one is most likely where Paul was taken in Acts 19. You'll have to wait for those pictures....

I've started a new project here on our adventures, a notebook of pencil rubbings....see....


Mom thought of it the other day after we left the Acropolis (so far my favorite still).

Tomorrow is the island of Rhodes.....to be continued.....

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Sunday, September 26, 2010

Fit as a Fiddle...(Athens)

...and ready for love...(Singing In The Rain) Sorry, haven't used any of my regular broadway song and dance style of blogging in a while....so there you go.

If you didn't know already by previous posts, I was fighting an intense allergy attack the last day of Rome and the first day in Athens. I went through 4 travel packs of tissue in about 7 hours and FINALLY got my hands on some Zyrtec. Funny...I was looking for an antihistamine in the Rome airport without a decongestant and had to translate through some rough Italian on the boxes. No go. Everything has some form of phenyleph....blahbadie blah. So at the airport in Athens I found the pharmacia and went straight for the pharmacist.

"Hello, excuse me, do you speak English?"

Now understand, I'm completely against just sauntering into someone elses country and immediately asking something without giving at least an attempt at speaking the language.....

But we'd been there maybe 3 minutes.....

And Greek is hard....

Like, real hard....

"Hello, yes I do, of course."

Of course she does. And she's adorable. I ask for an antihistamine without the D. She says to me in wonderful English with an endearing accent, "well yes, what do you know of...?mmmm...Zyrtec?"

Praise the Lord. There's Zyrtec in Greece. I almost bought all she had.





Now the thing is, without going into detail, I can't really tell you exactly how much snot we were dealing with here. Think wheelbarrows. Think tsunami. I was worried this morning that the lack of noseblowing while I slept may have lead to a sinus infection, but I think we're good here....fit as a fiddle...

So today we hit the streets. Let me say, Athens ain't no walk in the park lady. It's rough out there. I'm pretty sure our hotel is just a Gaza strip away from Afghanistan. Lots of rough characters out there. All men. Athens isn't in great shape. Spray paint (although immaculate and impressive) is everywhere. No wonder Britain won't give them their own artifacts back. Take care of your crap people.

Ok. So the Acropolis....uh, hello. Wow. Amazing.





Self portraits make me laugh.






Me and dad trying to get it just right....









Here's the Odeon of Herodes Atticus, translation ancient theater holding about 5,000:





On Mars Hill where Acts 17 occurred:





Tomorrow morning we leave for the cruise through the islands!! Heck yes.

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