I find myself in a strange but beautiful country, where the cars drive on the wrong side of the road, and the drivers are on the wrong side of the car...where even the yield signs look different, and stop signs are replaced with round-about's. The people have been friendly and helpful, but the language, while using mostly the same words, is more lyrical, and sometimes hard to follow, especially when the conversation is going full-tilt. The talk centers more around tennis than football, and I find myself quite in the dark when it comes to Wimbelton, but I nod and smile and enjoy the friendly banter around me. The shops are smaller here and the money is quite colorful, while the buildings are more gray, although by no means uninteresting or lacking in character. Rather, the architecture is remarkable, with buildings often made of stone and wood, accented by spires and turrets and wrought iron gates. And the flowers are beautiful - bursting color into the towns and decorating the lawns of cottages, flowing from window boxes and hanging baskets. The rainy summer, apparently unusually so, has created a deep green landscape, befitting the title of "The Emerald Isle." I find it at once intriguing and exciting, yet a bit overwhelming and strange. I've a good bit of growing to do, but am content that God has brought me here and will continue to lead me on.
My heart has been warmed by the loving embrace of Geoffrey's family and my belly has been filled to bursting with the wonderful cooking and abundant sweets. I am so happy to be a part of this family whose home is filled with laughter and children's squeals of delight, who tease each other mercilessly, but love each other fiercely as well. I am so grateful God has seen fit to plant me here.

