I spoke to Mark this afternoon and he arrived safely in Ethiopia, even getting a free upgrade for the last leg of his flight. Praise God for little blessings.
He is staying at the Bole Rock Hotel for the first few days until the rest of the team arrives. This is the same place we stayed for the second half of our Ethiopia trip to get the kids. He said its brought back all kinds of memories of our time there with them – playing soccer in the parking lot after the fitness gym patrons had left in the morning, watching the construction workers with their back-breaking work.
He, of course, had to have lunch at the hotel restaurant were they seriously have the best french fries we have EVER had anywhere. Nice and crispy!
I’m not sure if it’s because he’s off on another “adventure”, but I’m feeling particularly restless today.
Longing for a grand adventure of my own.
I’m not the adventurous type when it comes to things like skydiving, bungee jumping or that sort of thing. But I LOVE to travel. I think I always have. Well at least in my adult years. I have plenty of pictures of family vacations were I look pretty sullen (geez I hope I wasn’t as grumpy as I looked) but maybe it just took awhile for it to kick in.
When Mark and I went to Europe about 5 years ago (England, Scotland, Germany) we had THE best time in spite of missing bus stops and dragging suitcases through the streets of Berlin at 1 a.m. looking for our hotel.
Someday I would LOVE to be on the Amazing Race, not for the money (although I would gladly take it) but for the ADVENTURE. I could do without all the weird eating challenges though.
I remember several years ago when I was doing the Captivating study by Stasi Eldredge she mentioned that this longing for adventure was common in women. I was kind of surprised by that.
So I’m curious, how many of you women out there long for adventure and if so, what kind of adventure would you want to take?