The Summer Continues...

Random bits about my last couple of days.

Hobb Knobbing ... being the host, or hostess, for the evening here at camp. There are quite a number of camps that come to Golden Bell to use the facilities, so if they need something in the evening, we have to be available to assist them. This is why we have Hobb Knobbers. I am not sure where the name came from. We just hang out it the dinning area of the lodge with keys and a radio. If anyone needs anything, it is our job to get it for them or find out information or help them get other assistance if needed. One night when I was hobb knobbing, some girls got locked into their room. I had to call for help and it took quite a long time for Levi and another staff member to get the door open. We also have to cover the pool after it is used, open snack shack (a place on camp where they sell candy and pop stuff) in the evenings if anyone wants anything, sweep/mop the entryway, take out trash, turn out lights, and that is about it. This is what I happen to be doing at this exact moment.

Activity for the day: Tubing. Tubing was quite fun, but it was getting a little old by the 6th time down the river. One little girl (8 years old) named Abby started by herself and then (as far a I know) she got out somewhere only a little ways down the stream. As the lifeguard, I was the last person down the river, so I could help anyone if needed. Well, Abby decided to get back in after all the rest of the group had floated down. However, when she was back in the river, she just yelled for me to help her and hold her hand. I was a little ways in front of her, so I waited and then I held her hand the rest of the way down. Anytime I let go, she would almost have a mild panic attack ... "grab my hand, grab my hand." But when I was holding her hand and we went over rapids, she would laugh and let herself joy tubing. While we were holding hands, we almost ran into a fisherman. It was so close. I had to yank my hand away and then push her away from me, so we didn't make the fisherman topple over. It was pretty entertaining how much she relied on my hand for her to have fun. Also, she wanted to go down fast (as long as I was holding her hand). She would get in front of me on the tube and then say something like "Go faster. Come on, you are supposed to be pulling me." Then, she went for a second time and it was pretty much the same thing over again; she still had to hold my hand the entire way down. I have to say, it was quite the experience. Abby was a part of the first group, or the younger group. We let the boys go twice and the girls go twice, so for that group (in the morning) we tubed 4 times. Since they were younger, we only went in the calmer area.

The afternoon group, who arrived right as we were finishing lunch (good timing), were teenagers. We took them down the river farther, so they could experience more rapids. I kept getting stuck on rocks and I was pretty sure I would fall a few thousand times. It was pretty entertaining, though. Everyone from that group only got to go once, because it got later in the afternoon and we had to return for dinner. I am happy about that...because I was getting tired. The last (6th) time I went down today there was a girl who, I think, was a little too big for her tube. It was quite interesting trying to figure out a way for her to remain on her tube without toppling over. I felt bad for her and tried to help her the best I could. It took us much longer to go down that time, because I kept having to wait for her to climb back into her tube. I was so proud of her, though. Every time she fell she would just grab her tube and try to get back in it until she did. She fell a lot too. Two of her friends were also tubing. At one point, we came up to this rapid area and I saw a girl just sitting on a rock. When I was far away, she just sat there and waved at me. What happened was that she lost her tube and her friend went down the river to get it, so she was just waiting. The friend finally returned up stream carrying the tube with her, which I thought that was very nice. The three of them tried to stay together and ended up bringing up the rear conmigo. I definitely worked my muscles. My arms are in a constant protest right now. Hanging on to rocks all day in a river (with pretty strong currents) can do that to you apparently. I am also pretty much burned to a crisp. It is my own fault, since I didn't put on sunscreen right away. My legs definitely feel like furnaces now though.

When I was running snack shack this evening, those three girls came up to order some food, and I said hi to them all by name. They were all a little confused for a while. Then, 3 minutes later, they finally realized I was the lifeguard and that is how I knew their names/nicknames. I thought it was funny. They told me that they didn't recognize me because my hair was down, I didn't have a life vest, I wasn't in the river, and I was wearing different clothes. I think it was partially also because I showered. :) I actually showered twice today. That is like a record for the whole summer. I usually don't shower as often when I am here at camp compared to being in the 'real' world. I just get really busy and tired here at camp. Plus, you get dirty EVERY day.

Levi and Danielle's son Ethan took his first few steps today and I saw it. Levi was showing him a radio that he wanted to get, so he took 4 steps toward it. It was really cute.

I had to sweep the entry way tonight because of hobb knobbing. When I was sweeping it, this little boy came along and asked if I needed help. I thought that was awesome how he just offered help. I was pretty impressed. I told him I didn't need any help, but thanks. He really did surprise me though. I think his parents are raising him right. It was a good thing to see.

On the other hand, yesterday, I had to go to the bathroom. Well, first, I think you need to know that the lodge only has one open public bathroom at the moment. They are still finishing the other bathrooms. (They added on to the lodge and it looks amazing.) Anyways, I went to the bathroom and there was someone in it, so I just stood by it to wait. Well, this little boy comes around the corner and gets between me and the bathroom door. Apparently, he had to go too. He was just standing there, so I finally said to him that I was going before him. He said okay and moved a little farther from the door. Then, another littler boy comes around the corner and stands between me and the door, so the first boy moved closer and a third boy joined the other two. There the three of them were crowding in this small space around the bathroom door. At this point, I was not sure what to do. The boys were old enough to know better, but they still got in front of me. The second boy kept glancing at me and finally told the first boy that the second one (he) was going to go to the bathroom first. I was going to tell them that I was going before all of them since I was in line first, but I finally decided it wasn't worth the fight. I was already pretty annoyed, so I just let out a big sigh and went to the pool bathroom, which is not that far away. I just thought those boys should know better, and it surprised me with how they were acting. Let's just say, I wasn't too happy with them, and I was a little annoyed.

Next week, I am counseling for Gravity, which is an adventure camp for teens. We are going to be living in tents and cooking our meals and doing a bunch of fun things. Right now, I am the only girl counselor for it. There are only 3 girls coming. They are all going into the 7th grade. Last I heard, there were 14 boys planning on coming for the week. I am not quite sure who the counselors for them will be. I am getting nervous as the days get closer, because I haven't counseled yet for teens, but I am also very excited to counsel for this camp. We are going to hike and go white water rafting. I hope I can show the girls who Jesus really is and just help them grow in their faith. That is what I am praying for now.

This Friday a bunch of the counselors and I are going to see the Harry Potter movie. I am excited to get away from camp and into the real world again.

Well, I am getting tired. It is midnight already here, but there were some people having a meeting. They just finished a little while ago, so I am going to bed. I am definitely sleeping in in the morning.

Sweet dreams!

Golden Bell...The Beginning.

Arrival Date: Sunday, May 17, 2009.

As you may see, I have been at Golden Bell for a little over two weeks now. Camp is an awesome place and has been very interesting. Rain has become an everyday occurrence here in Divide. I am not sure how much I enjoy being wet all the time, but there is not much I can do about that. Hopefully, the weather will turn sunny as the days go on.

The official first real work week just began on Monday. The summer has begun. The past couple weeks were full of training, getting to know the staff, and preparing for this summer.

On coming to camp, seven other counselors and I jumped into lifeguard training. We all bonded over swimming 500s, reading through the instructional manual and watching a few hours of videos displaying the different saving techniques. Saving people is definitely tough work. For our testing, we had to "save" a 10 pound brick and swim it about 20 meters, swim a 500, and preform different saving techniques. Some of these situations were quite difficult and I have had my fill of chlorinated water for the next year. Tonight is my first time guarding and I am a little nervous.

Along with swimming, I have passed my test on how to belay, gone on the zipline and the high ropes course, learned the ins and outs of housekeeping, and experienced other random aspects of camp life. Recently, I have had the pleasure of driving many of the camp vehicles around. I actually like driving them. :) Before Sunday, I had never driven any larger sized vehicles around. Now, I have driven 15 passenger vans, a suburban, and regular vans. Sometime this summer I am hoping I get to drive one of the four wheelers, but we will see if that ever works out.

We even went on a short hiking trip in the Crags near Pikes Peak and it was snowing.

Last Friday, all of the summer staff packed up to go on a backpacking trip. That first day we hiked about a mile and a half and then set up camp. It was awesome just being together in the mountains. A group of us decided to hike up the top of a pile of rocks and the view was gorgeous.

I was a little scared to stand up at the top.

The trip began very nicely. We threw a little Frisbee, set up our tents, and climbed on the rocks. One thing I would recommend when climbing rocks is to keep your camera in a safe place where it cannot fall out. Yes, my camera was in the front pocket of my hoodie ... and ... although it wasn't destroyed, it fell out when I was in the process of climbing a rock. I ended up stepping on it and now it supports a couple of cracks in the screen. So far it I can still take pictures ... I am hoping it just stays that way.

We had dinner and then headed to bed after using the BIF...(Bathroom In Forest)...That is always quite the experience, to say the least. That night I shivered more than I slept. It got to about 32 degrees F. The entire night I would wake up and just lie there trying to go back to sleep and to stay warm. I ended up cuddling against Arielle who was sleeping next to me in the tent. At first, she thought I was the tent so she started moving away from me. It didn't help that we were on an incline. She finally realized it was just me and let me cuddle against her. It helped a little bit, but I was very thankful when morning arrived. I stepped out of the tent and hurried to the fire, after struggling to put my contacts in, of course.

Well, a group of boys gathered around the map and decided that they were wrong about how long the trail was. I was pretty sure I read a sign saying it was 6 miles long, but they told us it was 11. That meant we had to hike 8 on Saturday. It was going to be a long day. We packed up camp and started off.

We had hiking buddies...this is Laura. She was mine. :)

The hike began well. Along the way, we shared our life plans. It was nice to get to know people more and it helped pass the time. By lunch time we made it to the summit. It was a relief to know that the rest of the way was mostly downhill. I like going downhill a lot more than uphill. :) As we ate lunch the clouds started to build around us. The distant thunder reached our ears and we could see lightning jutting out of the clouds.

While hiking down, we had to climb over many fallen trees and avoid the water that overtook the path. When we had just about reached our new camping sight, someone came down the mountain with news that Arielle had hurt her ankle. We set up camp while a group continued to help her down the mountain. I could not set up my tent yet, because I did not have all the parts, so I just hung out, waiting, around the fire. Then, it started to rain. The group arrived and they were soaked. After a little while, I noticed that everyone in our group was either cold, but somewhat dry, or in the rain, but somewhat warm. I was in the latter group. Finally, Levi announced that since it seemed not everyone was prepared for the rain and the chances were very high that it was going to get below freezing that night, we were just going to return to camp. Arielle, with the help of three other amazing girls, started down the path, while the rest of us broke camp and followed after.

*Side note: The guys had figured out that the trail was only 6 miles, like they previously thought.

The trail was very wet and cold. At places where the trail crossed a river, we had to walk over soaked logs that were laid across forming a bridge. The scenery was marvelous; however, since I had my poncho on and we were trying to go quickly down the mountain, it was very difficult to enjoy it. By this time, my jeans weighed 10x as much because they were soooo soaked. It was a joy to reach the end of the trail and the vans, just in time to discover the Suburban would not start. But that's Golden Bell. :) We sent people back to help the rest of the group. After jumping the Suburban and regrouping, we all jumped into the cars and headed out. Once we were back at Golden Bell, we all got dry and then went to the lodge for pizza. It was delicious.



It was a relief to not have to stay that night on the trail. I cannot even imagine how cold I would have been considering I was freezing, but dry, the night before. But with everything that happen, I would definitely go again.

Well, that is it for now ... I am just waiting to see what other adventures come my way this summer...

Jail Time

Last year about this time, I was talking to one of the girls (Annie) on my floor about a ministry that she was involved it: Mission Possible. Although they weren't actually able to go last year, the ministry focused on going in the Kankakee jail and ministering to the prisoners there. From that conversation, I was compelled to join the ministry. I think God pushed me in that direction. :) So, I decided I would go to the jail once just to experience it. Well, I started half-heartily attending the meetings at the beginning of this school. We were not allowed to go into the jail yet because they still had a couple of kinks to work out. At the end of the fall semester, we finally got the go ahead.

One Thursday morning, spring semester, two other girls and I went to jail for the first time. Jail: a place where walls talk and give you directions, doorways look like illusions, and every door is locked, but they open automatically for you. That first day I was nervous and did not know what to expect. It is hard for me to share about Jesus with other people. I am just not used to it; I guess. Well, Annie and I sat down with two girls on the B side. There are four round tables in a common area with four hard, stationary seats at each one. It is really hard to describe. Anyways, we started to talk to these two girls, Tiffany and Lisa. It turns out that they were in there because they separately robbed different places in order to get more money for heroine. I sat next to Lisa, so I started talking to her more. Looking at Lisa, you never would have expected it. She was saved last November and turned her life totally around in jail. Pretty much every week after that (when I went) I would find Lisa and talk to her while I was there. We got pretty close and her faith still amazes me. She has gone through a lot in her life and still has problems she has to deal with that were caused from her addiction, but she is strong in Christ. It was hard saying goodbye to her a week from last Thursday. Since that first day, Tiffany has left the jail and moved to a treatment center. Lisa is just waiting to be transferred to a camp where she will start treatment and finish out her time.

As some people know, it has always been more difficult for me to continue correspondence with people when I am not around them, but it is my goal to continue writing Lisa for a very long time. She told me in a letter that she is afraid of people forgetting her. I don't want to be one of those people. I don't know if I will continue going to the prison next semester. It will still make me nervous, especially since Lisa is no longer there, but I am very glad I went this past semester. I am very glad I met Lisa. She is a wonderful girl who is ready to start a new life in the real world. A life where she is free. I want to be a part of her new adventure and I am hoping God will help me remember that.

It's been a while...

Hi All!


--Me, Rach (my roomie this year and next), and Corrine (my roomie next year) at a Olivet production.--

It has been quite the semester. Time has definitely sped by. I have two more weeks left for this semester and then I am off to Colorado once again. Two weeks of classes. That's it. It is very strange! This summer I will be working at Golden Bell Camp in Divide, Colorado. I am looking forward to all the new experiences and meeting new friends, but I am dreading leaving Olivet. Over the summer, I will be missing quite a few people here. No school work will be wonderful though! I can't wait to be surrounded by the majestic nature around the camp! Speaking of nature: HAPPY EARTH DAY! I love the mountains and can't wait to see them again. I will also be happy to see my parents; the last trip to Loveland seemed very short.

This semester has been difficult with time management, but I have had a lot of fun and stressful moments. I went snowboarding in Galena, Illinois, which is where a couple of my friends live. We went with a big group. It was great getting off of campus for a little while...I am here waayyyyy too much!

A picture of the group who went to Galena:

This semester I have also been more involved in intramurals. It has been a lot of fun! I have played soccer, volleyball, and ultimate frisbee. I am not very good, but it is just fun to get out there and try. I play a lot of ultimate at other times as well, including 6:30 am on Friday mornings. It is crazy; I know. However, I like having that start to my day and it is fun to go to breakfast with everyone afterward.

This was taken after a muddy ultimate frisbee game on a wonderfully, warm Saturday afternoon. The weather this semester has been crazy, but that day was definitely welcomed!

For the breaks that I didn't go to Colorado, I went to my roommate, Quel's, house, otherwise known as Rachel. :) I like going to her house, because we just relax and get away from campus for a little while. These pictures are from one of those trips:

At a park...

My boyfriend Andrew and I at Raquel's house...

We also went to the Museum of Science and Industry one weekend, where we dissected a cow eye. This is my roommate Quelly and I there...

The cow eye dissection...

Abby and I at Andrew's Birthday/Smoothie Party...

Well, like I said, it has been busy and that is about all the time I have right now. I still have homework to do and a volleyball game to play at this evening. Thanks for reading!

Coming home...

Well, it seems I am not so good at remembering to update everyone on my life. I haven't written for about 3 months! That was a real surprise!

I am finally home for the holidays! It is great to be home and relax, especially since I don't have any homework to get done. That is the best thing of all: no tests, no homework!! I have to say, though, that getting home was quite the adventure...

The last day of finals was the 16th of December, so Danielle and I planned on flying out around 9:30 pm that evening. Since we couldn't find a ride, we had to take the Olivet shuttle to the airport. The last shuttle was scheduled to leave Olivet at 3:30 pm, so we were planning on just hanging out at the airport for 4 hours. What we had not planned on was the snow. The snow began pretty heavily at 1 pm that afternoon. I was really surprised to look out of the Warming House where I was having my last final and see it snowing. It was quite beautiful, but not really a welcoming sight. I knew that if the weather got bad I would not be able to fly out of Chicago. The snow was still falling when we began our trip by shuttle very slowly. It usually takes about an hour to reach Midway from Olivet; however, that Tuesday it was a bit longer: about three hours. We over heard the girl who was sitting next to us in the back of the bus say that her plane was cancelled, so we thought it would be a good idea to look into our flight. Danielle called her dad who told us that our flight was cancelled and gave us a number to call. Danielle tried a few times, but she was finally put on hold. So, I tried the automated service. It took me a couple of times to push the correct buttons (it was hard to see in the bus), but I finally got a hold of an agent with Southwest Airlines. Although our 9:30 flight was cancelled, there was a 6:30 flight that was delayed. She told me that there was room on that flight, but she wasn't sure if it would actually leave that night. The plane was coming from Houston and had to return to Houston because the weather was so terrible in Chicago. We decided to transfer onto that flight anyways, just in case it did leave that night. This 1315 flight was delayed until 9:55 pm. After everything was settled, I hung up the phone and noticed that the battery on my phone was about to die. And, it did about 3 minutes later. I was relieved that it did not die while I was talking to the agent. Thank you, God!

When we finally made it to the airport (after being in the shuttle for 3 hours), we piled out and got in line to check in. It took a little over an hour and a half to get to the front of the line. I got checked in pretty quickly; however, the printers were not working properly, so the lady helping me only gave me a security pass and instructions to get a boarding pass at my gate. Security did not take very long to get through, which was very nice! After we got my boarding pass (Danielle had gotten hers when she checked in), we went and found something to eat...delicious sandwiches from Potbelly's. Then, we returned to the gate to wait and so I could charge my phone. Thank goodness! I was feeling like something was missing since my phone was dead. At 9:55 pm that night, there were 3 different flights flying out of gate A15. Ours was not the first flight either. Like you might have been, everyone who was flying to Denver was pretty confused as to what we were supposed to be doing. When it was close to 10:20 pm, someone announced that the flight to Denver was actually flying out of a different gate: B5. Everyone with that intended destination packed up and started walking. We did not have to wait too much longer to get on the plane after that. Danielle and I were in the first group to board the plane, so we got seats close to the front.

Well, Danielle and I settled in to wait for the rest of the passengers. During this time, I was pretty out of it, because I kept nodding off. I do remember having to also wait for some baggage to be put on the plane. Then, we backed out of the gate and waited to be de-iced. While the plane was getting de-iced, one of the flight attendants got on the intercom and asked if there was a doctor, EMT, or nurse aboard the airplane. Whenever that happens, you become suspicious that something isn't right, which naturally happened to me as well. We continued to wait until another announcement came over the intercom: "We have a medical emergency on the plane, so right now we are talking to some people in the airport for advise as to how we should proceed. We may need to return to the gate." I started speculating about what the medical emergency could be and the only thing I could really think of had to do with a pregnant woman or an elderly person. Let's just say neither one were correct.

More time passed. Then, finally we received more information. "We are going to have to return to the gate. We are sorry for the inconvenience," or something to that extent. Back at the gate, I looked out the plane window into the window of the Jetway and saw a few people standing there. They looked like policemen to me; however, I decided they might be paramedics because I did not understand why there were policemen in the Jetway for a medical emergency. I should have stayed with my first deduction: they were in fact policemen. Two of the policemen walked to the back of the airplane, while another remained near the front. A passenger asked this officer if there was in fact a medical emergency. He answered, "no, there would be an ambulance if there was a medical emergency." Minutes later, the officers escorted a man of the airplane. The man looked to be in his 30s, but there was something not right about him. I was wondering if he had a mental problem, but soon enough I discovered more of the story. A few rows ahead of me the passengers were talking to the flight attendants. The guy that was escorted off had taken drugs when he was on the plane, or right before he got on. Some passengers in the back of the craft had noticed his unusual behavior and mentioned it to the flight attendants. There was also a warrant out for his arrest.

The police searched around his seat and then we were back on our way. The plane did not need to be de-iced again, so we left Chicago a short while later. It was good to finally be in the air and on the way to Denver. When we got to the airport, I texted my mom to tell her that we had arrived. She answered by saying they were on their way.

It takes a little over an hour to get to the airport from my house. When we departed the airplane, they were at the Berthoud exit, which is about 20 minutes from my house. They had quite a bit to go. Danielle and I took our time getting our bags and then ended up waiting for our moms for a little while. When they arrived, we loaded up and headed home.

We FINALLY made it to my house at 5:30 am on Wednesday. I had spent 15 hours traveling home; it usually takes about 16 hours to drive that distance. 1:00 am was the time I had estimated on getting home...I guess I forgot to include the snow, de-icing, long lines, delays and the guy on drugs. :)

Danielle and I waiting in the check-in line.

Home at Olivet again for a new year.

Well, it has definitely been an interesting adjustment coming back to Olivet. I have been very busy these past three weeks since I returned. The fact that I have actually been back at Olivet for three weeks is pretty amazing in itself. I do have to say, though, that I am sorry I am so behind with the blog. I just didn't seem to have much time to write anything.

I am still not totally organized in my new apartment. Around my desk there is a lot of clutter. I haven't quite figured out where to put everything. When it gets bad enough, I will probably make myself organize it all. But for now, it will stay like that. My roommates have had their stuff put away since the second day after we moved in—they are a lot cleaner than I am.

I like our apartment much better than the dorms. I have not actually missed Williams too much. I seem to only miss being so close to campus and near all of my floormates. Here we have a kitchen, a living, a “bed” room, and an office. It works pretty well; when my two roomies are in bed, I can study in the office. I have already done that a couple of nights this year. There have only been two big problems with the apartment. Since we are half underground (on the first level), we have a big bug problem, especially with rollie pollies. They seem to come from everywhere. Our other problem has occurred because of the weather we have had lately. It has been raining off and on for the past week or so, and today it has not stopped. The roads are flooding along with everywhere else you go. That brings me to our other dilemma, which you probably could guess. The water has decided that it wants to live in our apartment as well. It is seeping up through the foundation. The apartment next to us was flooding in their kitchen, so I am very grateful that ours it not as bad.

The first two weekends back at Olivet, we had Ollies Follies. This is a competition between the different classes here at Olivet. Well, last weekend we had the talent show/movie competition. I decided to participate in the talent show. Every year each class has a different theme and color. This year the overall theme for Ollies Follies was “Through the decades”, so each class represented a different decade in the United States. The sophomores were the 80s and the color blue. With this in mind, we decided to learn the dance to Thriller and Footloose for the talent show. It was a lot of fun dancing, meeting other sophomores here at Olivet, and learning choreograph for the two songs. Not to mention the outcome of the whole competition. Usually the seniors win; however, this year they did not do very well at all. The actually competition was between the juniors and the sophomoresJ. I think this has only happened one other time the in history of Ollies Follies, but we WON! I was stunned when they announced it; I was positive the juniors had beaten us. I was a big surprise, but a very welcomed one!

From left to right: Emily, Abby, Rachel and me. Emily and Rachel are my two roommates, and Abby is one of my friends here. This picture was taken after we danced Thriller--which is also the reason we look like we do.

Celebrating our victory with the girls from my floor last year. It was great to see all of them together like this. It had been a long time!

This next week looks like it will be busy for me as well. I decided to play my viola for Broadway Review, which is this next weekend. I believe I have rehearsals every night this week. I am also hoping that I can go play in the rain tonight. A few of my friends are going to go mud sliding, and I want to join them. Whether I do or not depends on how long I am at Home Groups tonight. I am very excited for the home cooked meal that awaits me. =]

Well, I think that is most of the important things that have occurred lately. I love being back at Olivet again. It is almost as good as being at home for a little while. I had forgotten what it was like here, but this year is definitely much better than the last year. (I don’t have to worry about not knowing anyone and finding all new friends because I already know a lot of people. Not to mention I know my way around the campus as well.) Well, I hope you all stay dry, because it seems impossible here.

Winding Down

This past weekend I went to Tigre and Rosario. On Saturday, I went with Jim, Zeida, the girls and Elena to Tigre. I love the city. There are rivers flowing through it everywhere because it is on a delta. We took a boat ride to see some of the houses. Then, I shopped at all the shops there. The prices are pretty reasonable and there were a lot of things to look at! On Sunday, I went to Rosario with four other people. The drive is about three hours, but it took us about four. We had some car problems on the way back, which delayed our return, but everything turned out fine. Rosario is a beautiful city. There is a river that runs through it and the parks are wonderful. It was a quick trip and I was glad to get back.

Oh, I got a cell phone for this weekend. Zeida wanted me to have one while I was in Rosario, since it is pretty far away. One of the missionary families here just left, so I got to use one of theirs. It is fun having a cell phone for only a couple days...and a lot easier to contact people as well.

Now that the trip to Rosario is over, I have realized how close I am to going home. I have two more days left. The reality of that is hard to imagine. I hope I will be able to return someday, but right now I don't know if I will. Then, there is the fact that if I do indeed return one day not everyone will be here still. I have definitely enjoyed Argentina and the people, and if I get the chance to return one day, I will come willingly.