Home sweet home… at least for now.

After exactly 48 hours of straight traveling we have arrived. Not without a few hiccups along the way, of course! You know us… we don’t seem to take a trip without some excitement along the way. As we finally arrived in our hometown at 4 am, we found one of our seven bags was missing. After much convincing of the bus driver and thanks to a kind Canadian who translated for us, the bus took us and our heavy luggage back to the last police checkpoint, where many illegals who had been riding the bus had been arrested. But that ride wasn’t without a hitch… they wouldn’t be bringing us back to our bus station. Oh how quickly we learn to trust the Lord, as we didn’t seem to have any other options. But, sure enough, after a few prayers, we found the bag amidst the alien’s pile of luggage. The immigration officer was kind with us, but was furious with the group, questioning to find who took the bag. No eager alien seemed to be volunteering information! And another answer to prayer- immediately after locating our bag, a kind bus driver, offered to take us and our seven bags into town. Thank goodness we finally arrived as we were beginning to view our luggage as unruly children. Nonetheless, we learned a very valuable lesson from this… when traveling by bus step off at each stop to keep an eye on your luggage.