Traveling

I’m still not sure if I’m cut out for being a world traveler. The jet lag is REAL! haha

It’s so bad that as I was sitting outside reading, in this beautiful, picturesque breezy courtyard…and tell me why i was literally falling asleep. I was nodding off…after I had slept, and after I had taken a nap. I’m still SLEEPY! haha but I don’t want to stay here and sleep all day, so I will do as much as I can to get through it. 

Anyway I’m sure you all don’t want to to read about my jet lag and are wondering what I did in Amsterdam. 

I arrived in Amsterdam at 7am which is about midnight Houston time and had 10 hours to kill before my next flight. So the airport there is HUGE! I had a hard time figuring out where and how to catch the train. Luckily there are these huge signs that say TRAINS so I wasn’t confused that much. I ended up just getting a round trip ticket to Amsterdam Central, and used some of the Euros that i got before leaving Houston, which was awesome planning in my part because their credit card machines were down. Once I got to Amsterdam Central I had to figure out how to catch train 17, which was supposed to take me to the Anne Frank house. So their method of transportation is so random to me, I needed to get on this train but the signs listed platforms and street names but I had no idea what street the Anne Frank house was on. Of course I had no wifi and no way to look it up, then as I walked outside I saw the boats. The boats, Canal Cruises, were a drop off pick up thing that cost about 22 Euros…this was a total win win for me because I did not have to figure out street names or train scan cards or any of that. All I had to do was jump off when I needed to and jump back on when I felt that I needed to. 

 

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There were two things I loved about Amsterdam. 1 was the people!! I must have heard about 20 different languages in the short hours that i was there. I’m a total people watcher. Especially when I don’t know anyone or am in a new environment.The most interesting had to have been the bicyclist. Those guys and girls really do own the road. I didn’t really quite grasp the whole biker lane until someone literally ran into me. His reaction was…I was ringing the bell you should have moved…and my reaction was ummm…sorry…but I survived, with very few bruises. So that was a plus.

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One of the bicycle people

Standing in line (for 2 hrs) while waiting to get into the Anne Frank Museum was the perfect place to do that. The line literally went around 3 blocks. I debated whether or not I wanted to go stay, I decided to go through with it just because this was Anne Frank and doubted that I would be there again and if I did return I’d probably be spending more time. 

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At the Anne Frank House Museum they didn’t allow us to take pictures inside so I was only able to take this picture. 

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It was truly an amazing place. To think this young girl was still able to live a semi “normal” teen life full of mood swings, romance, and self discovery right in the middle of fearing for her life. To see how small the room where she slept was, to see how many stairs they had to climb day in and day out. To watch an interview her father gave regarding her life, and how she inspired him. So much happened in her short life. What would I have done. What would have been my reaction to being in that situation. Definitely something to think about. 

It’s actually dinner time now….so I’ll probably get back to writing about what my 2nd favorite thing

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Dr. Jen Gunter

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Tiffany

Taking a look through her lens

Inspired by her surroundings

Focusing on more than what’s in front

Finding the hidden beauty

Another picture is not what she takes

Noteworthy talent

Yet always ready to learn more

 

This is one of the many poems that I’m writing as a Thank you for those that donated up to or beyond the poetry level on my GoFundme Page. Each poem is written with love and thought to the particular person(s)’ life.

To donate or learn more about my fundraising, please visithttp://www.gofundme.com/travelingtoisrael

Thank you and God Bless 

Drogos Boys

Dreaming of a bright future

Reaching for the highest stars

Opening your hearts and minds to new experiences

Going places your parents never imagined

Offering questions after questions

Seeking to learn more and more

Bringing joy to those around them

Out flows the laughter they bring to both

Young and old

Sweetest boys you’ll ever meet

This is one of the many poems that I’m writing as a Thank you for those that donated up to or beyond the poetry level on my GoFundme Page. Each poem is written with love and thought to the particular person(s)’ life.

To donate or learn more about my fundraising, please visit http://www.gofundme.com/travelingtoisrael

Thank you and God Bless 

My journey to Israel – a thank you

So I’m a little nervous about my immersion class next month. As each day passes I get a bigger knot in my stomach….ok let me be honest…I’m actually kind of freaking out!!! I’ve never been on a trip longer than 10 days, not counting the summers with my grandparents. I’m going “alone” and by alone I mean that there is no one that I will be meeting over there that I physically know or have met in person before. Ok so I am 31, and have never been over seas…so that’s kind of a big deal for me. I’m going with all these smart people and they might find out that I’m really not as smart as I pretend to be (I fully believe in the fake til you make it when it comes to confidence). I’m freaking out because what if my luggage gets lost…what if I get robbed…what if…

But then I think about my journey so far. 

Days when I thought it would be hopeless…impossible even. 

Days when I felt like just telling everyone, forget it! I’m not going anymore!!!

I think about all the words of encouragement I’ve gotten. The excitement in the voices of those who support me. Who believe in me. Those who have been and who say “THIS WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE!!” I think about 15 WHOLE days that I will be walking down the historical roads wondering if King David stood here, wondering if this was where Peter walked when God used his shadow to heal the sick. Wondering if this was where Jesus taught…I will stand there reflecting on his words, praying for the Kingdom…and each time I think about these things I want to cry. I want to cry because all my life, I never dreamed I could do this. I had never thought that I could be that person who goes there. That person who says “When I was in Israel…” It was always someone else’s opportunity, someone else is experience. I didn’t dare dream it because I never believed it could be possible. I never believed that I would do something like that because that opportunity just doesn’t happen for someone like me. That’s why this is such a big deal. Because I didn’t think I could…I didn’t think it was meant for me. But God had this in His plans all along.

I know there are people who think that I shouldn’t be going because frankly I don’t have the money. I don’t come from a well off family that can pay for my trip as a present. I don’t have a job that pays enough for me to travel all over the world. I mean let’s be honest, I barely make enough to make it through graduate school without drowning in debt. So why did I sign up? Because I felt a tug in my heart, I felt God pull me in that direction. It’s that feeling you get when God tells you to do something but you have no idea how or why He wants you to do it….yea…that’s exactly what it was. So I did it. 

As I started this journey I had a goal…a pretty high goal…and slowly that goal seemed to be getting higher. I thought I’d never make enough…barriers started rising up…unexpected expenses started creeping in…and my goal was getting pushed back and back. And yet…here I am. Plane ticket bought, passport on my desk, lay over hotel booked…and I can’t begin to tell you how grateful I am! 

Grateful that people like you that  have been here for me. That you have given from your heart, that you have considered me worthy of your help. Me the friend/family member/sister that forgets to call and text….me the friend/family member/sister that is sometimes too busy to hang out….the friend/family member/sister who can’t always buy you a birthday present…and yet you still loved me enough to help me through this…through your prayers…your words of encouragement…your donations…your love. 

I hope that one day I can express to each of you individually what this has meant for me. To let you in on the impact you are having in my life right now. If only you could see how full my heart is. 

There are no words to express my gratitude. No words to express how humbled I am by you. 

I pray that one day I can do the same for you. That God uses my life to bring encouragement to you. 

Again I thank you. 

 

 

If you would like more information about my trip, please visit my gofundme page at http://www.gofundme.com/travelingtoIsrael

 

Francis

Francis

Friend for life

Roommate for a season of life

Anchor for the difficult moments

Never hiding the truth

Courageously confronting problems

Inclined to following her heart

Sister whether we’re near or apart

 

This is one of the many poems that I’m writing as a Thank you for those that donated up to or beyond the poetry level on my GoFundme Page. Each poem is written with love and thought to the particular person(s)’ life.

To donate or learn more about my fundraising, please visithttp://www.gofundme.com/travelingtoisrael

Thank you and God Bless!

Triny

TRINY

Taking time out to pray for me

Reminding life isn’t always easy but

Inspiring me to stay faithful

Never tires of working for His kingdom

You know that she is an overcomer 

 

This is one of the many poems that I’m writing as a Thank you for those that donated up to or beyond the poetry level on my GoFundme Page. Each poem is written with love and thought to the particular person(s)’ life.

To donate or learn more about my fundraising, please visit http://www.gofundme.com/travelingtoisrael

Thank you and God Bless!