Today is day 16, and we're still stuck in Africa.
We're camped in an airport with several airplane blankets for some comfort.
I've been wearing the same clothes and underwear for nearly three days,
and it's my 41st birthday.
This morning I finished The Book of Mormon
just like I do every birthday.
I love the way The Book of Mormon makes me feel.
I love what truth feels like.
I love feeling peace and joy at the same time.
Christian made arrangements with another airline to fly us home
today. I'm so homesick, I could cry.
We finally left Africa and flew to Qatar somewhere in the Middle East.
Christian and I ate dinner at the airport in the fancy Harrods restaurant.
I felt like a slob in my dirty, stinky clothes.
Claire called us since it was her P-day.
It was a wonderful birthday gift; she is preparing to come home!
Only a month left!!!
We slept overnight on the airplane floor in a corner near
our gate on the mattress pad.
I'm a little delirious. What time is it? What day is it?
What's going on? Who's in charge?
I'm exhausted.
When I turned 40, I had a few birthday goals to accomplish
before I turned 41.
1. Climb Kilimanjaro
2. Get my motorcycle license.
I did both!
And now, I need to start thinking about what I am going to do
for my 41st year!
Someone in our group sent this photo in our group chat.
It made me laugh at how much of a disaster these last few days have been.
But, how wonderful our successful climb was, and this is nothing.
However, I am SO EXCITED to see The Nies, change my clothes,
shower, eat Mexican food and a good salad, sleep in my bed,
and begin moving preparations into our new home!
