I'm sitting at Pittsburgh International Airport ready and waiting to board my plane to Newark. Then from Newark to Rome. Then from Rome to Florence. Wow. Long day. If you see this, please send up a prayer for me.
I just wanted to let you all know that I started an alternate email address for people that wanted to email me and back and forth totally can. I didn't want to clog my Grove City account too badly while I was away. So, here ya go. Email me at will.
KM_in_Italy@yahoo.com
Hope to hear from you soon!
26 August 2006
22 August 2006
Graham Crappers
My family is possibly the coolest thing EVER in my life (right after Jesus, of course). I get home and there are the fixins to make a gourmet Greek meal complete with feta wraps, greek olives, and fried egplant. I haven't been that happy in a long time and not just because of the amazing food. Daddy at the grill, Beth at the cutting board, Marcia at the stove and Abbey and I trying desperately to wrap the feta filling with dried out fillo dough. I forgot while I was at camp how much I loved to cook with my family. They bring more joy into my life than anything ever could. Right after dinner we had a photo session because all of us will probably not be all together again for quite some time. It was certainly a feat to get a real picture taken.
Case in point.
My uncle Teddy, the one taking the picture, had a hard time getting a good one because every time he counted down from 3 we had something planned to do; either turn around, do jazz hands (as seen above) or, our favorite, attack Vitaly. All in all, it was a great time. I am so glad my dad decided to take family pictures after I had been "no make-up"ed and in a car for 7 hours... yummy.
My boy scout brothers and father have had a fire going perpetually from Saturday night until... well... I think it is still lit, actually. Beth and I asked everyone if they wanted us to get stuff for s'mores last night and Vitaly mentioned breifly how we needed to buy some more "graham crappers". Realizing what he had said, he started cracking up and fell on the floor as did everyone else in the room. S'mores in the Meyer house will now only be complete if we have the graham crappers. What do you expect when the word "crapper" is said around a 12 year old boy?
Case in point.
My uncle Teddy, the one taking the picture, had a hard time getting a good one because every time he counted down from 3 we had something planned to do; either turn around, do jazz hands (as seen above) or, our favorite, attack Vitaly. All in all, it was a great time. I am so glad my dad decided to take family pictures after I had been "no make-up"ed and in a car for 7 hours... yummy.
My boy scout brothers and father have had a fire going perpetually from Saturday night until... well... I think it is still lit, actually. Beth and I asked everyone if they wanted us to get stuff for s'mores last night and Vitaly mentioned breifly how we needed to buy some more "graham crappers". Realizing what he had said, he started cracking up and fell on the floor as did everyone else in the room. S'mores in the Meyer house will now only be complete if we have the graham crappers. What do you expect when the word "crapper" is said around a 12 year old boy?
19 August 2006
Leaving and Going Again.
I leave Camp-of-the-Woods tomorrow morning at 6am. I'm not really sure how to feel about it. As I said in my last post, it's strange for me. I'm leaving a place to get ready to go to a place that I have never been to before. All I want to do is go home as quickly as possible to see my family who is waiting with open arms and Greek food on the table. God will take care of the rest of the week; the packing, the seeing people, the shopping, the getting the hair cut. God is SO good in not allowing me to worry about these things.
I'm ready to go. I'm ready to be alone with God and trust Him completley with my entire circumstance. I pray that He uses me wherever He takes me and that I can be a instrument of His peace and love. I thank the Lord for the wonderful experience here and the amazing people I have had the opportunity to meet. You are all wonderful and have been so blessed.
I will be home from August 20th until I fly out on the 26th. Let me know if you want to hang out! I would love to see as many people as I can before I leave. I love you all.
12 August 2006
The Social Hall
I came to the social hall this afternoon to complete my "Pre-departure Orientation" for my study abroad experience. It talked about how I need to make sure not to talk about how much money I have and how cheap everything is in Italy-- in essence, don't be an "ugly American". I think I can handle that. So, don't scream about how "behind the times" Italy is and how much better everything is in the States and stereotype everyone who walks by. Got it. Good thing my wonderful brothers in Christ were with me to laugh about all of this. I am going to miss them.
I am at a very strange part in my life. I think about this place and how wonderful it has been and the amazing people that I have met and I become super sentimental and thankful. Then I think about how much I am going to miss them all and I get really sad worried that I am never going to talk to them again. I then think about all of my friends at home that I haven't talked to in so long and how it is going to be a very very long time until I talk to them again like I want to-- when I am around them and with them. Then I think about the 5 days I have at home before I leave for Florence and how many people I want to see in that time and how I am never going to see everyone I want to. The expectation of my time at home is way up high and I think I need to just give it to God. I need to set it apart and let all of my plans fall into His hands. It's the only way I am going to be happy and not be sad and guilty for not seeing everyone I want to. And then there is Italy. What to expect, what my classes will be like, who my roommates will be... everything.
If you think about it, send up a prayer for me. You are all in my prayers daily and I thank you for your phone calls and cards. I am so blessed by each one of you. Love you.
I am at a very strange part in my life. I think about this place and how wonderful it has been and the amazing people that I have met and I become super sentimental and thankful. Then I think about how much I am going to miss them all and I get really sad worried that I am never going to talk to them again. I then think about all of my friends at home that I haven't talked to in so long and how it is going to be a very very long time until I talk to them again like I want to-- when I am around them and with them. Then I think about the 5 days I have at home before I leave for Florence and how many people I want to see in that time and how I am never going to see everyone I want to. The expectation of my time at home is way up high and I think I need to just give it to God. I need to set it apart and let all of my plans fall into His hands. It's the only way I am going to be happy and not be sad and guilty for not seeing everyone I want to. And then there is Italy. What to expect, what my classes will be like, who my roommates will be... everything.
If you think about it, send up a prayer for me. You are all in my prayers daily and I thank you for your phone calls and cards. I am so blessed by each one of you. Love you.
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