Travel
Our latest adventure began at 4:30am on Wednesday morning. No, I take that back. My part of the adventure started about that time. For Kathee, getting ready started about a month before 4:30am on Wednesday morning. I think at one time she had three different lists going in preparation for our trip to India.
However, the part that anyone is interested in began at 4:30am, on Wednesday morning. It was then that my friend Hanbeol Kim, with his church van backed up to our building’s front door, loaded us all up and drove us to Lambert International Airport in St Louis. While our flight left at 8:00am, a fellow Covenant student, Sunyoung Lee, was also being driven by Hanbeol to the airport for a return trip to South Korea.
We had three different legs of the trip. The first, St Louis to LAX, LAX to Doha, Qatar (in the Middle East on the Persian Gulf), and Doha to Delhi. Our first flight was 4 or 5 hours, LAX to Doha was 15+ hours, and Doha to Delhi was 3 hours.
We arrived by 5am, got through ticketing, security went quickly, though the unidentified object in Gideon’s booster seat (to be used by Esther in India) was frowned upon. Security took us aside, reran the seat four or five times, and still couldn’t find anything. During that time, Gideon and I were talking with the TSA agent and making her laugh. By the end, she and her supervisor waved us through, the object was never discovered, and we were off to our gate.
When we got to our gate I was getting everyone’s carry-ons out of the way. I looked at the lady sitting where I was putting everything and thought, “Man, that lady looks like Phyllis from the tv show The Office.” But we were in St Louis, and famous people don’t hang out in St Louis. As background, whenever Kathee and I travel we are always on the lookout for famous people. Or people who look like famous people. So I thought nothing of it and went about my business. At one point, she got up and walked off and Kathee burst out, “Isaac, that’s Phyllis from The Office.” She could hardly contain herself (because she loves seeing famous people and she loves The Office). Later, as we were sitting in the gate area a young man walked by and I said, “Hey Kath, there goes Tim Tebow.” Again, thought nothing of it. When he walked back it dawned on me that it might really be him. When he went into the store across from our gate, I walked up, asked him if he was Tim Tebow and if I could get a selfie with him. He obliged. It was pretty cool. They both rode first class on our flight, and while Phyllis was getting all the attention, I was surprised that no one even noticed Tebow.
Once on our flight, the flight attendants took great care of us. One of the flight attendants took a shine to Gideon, who was all-too ready to talk and converse. I love watching him interact with people as he seems to overflow with joy when he talks. And the kid is a great conversationalist! By the end of the flight, the two ladies were stopping about each time they came or went up or down the aisle to chat. They were very good to us and made flying fun! What a joy to start off such a long journey being cared for so well. And by the way, the reason I’m blogging is that one of the ladies asked if I would as she is interested in our adventure. Who knows if she and her friend will ever ready this, but you can thank them if you are reading this.
Once we landed at LAX, we walked to the international terminal. We found early on that it was best for Kathee to lead the way as I walked a bit too fast for everyone to keep so. So Kathee walked in front and I played sweeper at the back. We work as a pretty good team. After not seeing our flight to Doha on the board, we grabbed lunch at KFC and then walked to where we assumed the flight would depart. After a while I walked and stopped a LAPD and asked him what the deal was. This is when our next adventure began. He said that LAX is essentially converting Terminal 2 to international flights and that our flight wasn’t listed because we were in the wrong terminal (Crazy to think that a flight to the Middle East would be in the international terminal)! So we started retracing our steps to what we thought was where we were to be going. it took forever to be directed out of the international terminal (because the directions different people gave us were sub-par). Ultimately, we had to walk outside of the terminal to the street, down the sidewalk outside where all the taxis and hotel vans are picking people up, down past terminal three and then to terminal 2. Once inside we had to go up to the ticketing area to get our boarding passes. After a bunch of haggling with the lady at Qatar Airlines ticketing booth (where I think we got skin-taxed but I could be wrong), they made us check the stroller and car seat at ticketing (instead of plane-side like we wanted). After all that monkeying around, we got our tickets, went through security again and then got to our gate. The wait was very short (15 minutes?) and then we boarded. The lady had give us bulk head seats which allowed Eve to have a bassinet. By the way, the bulkhead is a wall on an airplane that separates sections. From adopting Gideon, we knew that bulkhead seats on international flights have places where they can hook up bassinets for babies to sleep. We were hoping for this but were unable to reserve those seats when we purchased the tickets. The hand of the Almighty was upon us even then.
As we were getting settled (a nice part of flying with a baby is that we got to get on first, find our seats, and get settled in) the flight attendant, named Faith, introduced herself, met the kids and remembered their names, and treated us well the entire flight. The two primary flight attendants in our section were a bit concerned that Eve didn’t have much for clothes on as we had stripped her down to just a diaper. She was a little under the weather and was burning up. As I wasn’t sure if it was a religious thing, we put her sleeper back on but left it unzipped. The 16 hour flight went quickly as the kids slept and had access to their own tvs with about 50 movies for them to watch. They were in heaven!!! The kids didn’t complain about the flight once! Seriously! No “when are we going to get there,” nothing. The only thing Esther kept asking was, “Papa did we just land?” Such a cute kid and fun to fly with on such a journey. The only real problem we had was that Eve would fall asleep and then wake up crying every 30 minutes. Eve would only allow me to comfort her once on the flight, which meant Kathee got no sleep and had to care for a crying baby. As one of our friends said on Facebook, Kathee entered “beast mode.” Not beast as in mean, but beast as in awesome. I concur completely. Kathee is awesome!
After we landed in Doha, got off the plane, we walked to our next gate, went to the bathroom, the kids played on the floor, and about 20 minutes later we were boarding the plane.
Some of the things I observed while being in the airport for a little bit. Based on the dress (many women in full burkas and many men in traditional middle eastern attire) it was obvious we were in the Middle East. Yet there were a lot of people in Western-style dress, too. The airport was very clean and very quiet and the airport was gorgeous. It was just too bad we arrived in the wee hours of the morning as the airport is on the Persian Gulf and I would have loved to have seen it. Maybe on our return flight.
The flight from Doha to Delhi was three hours and seemed to go by very quickly. We did not have bulkhead seats and so both Kathee and I knew how blessed we were to have the seats we did from LA to Doha. Wow! What a blessing! And with our kids doing so well, travel was a walk in the park. I’m serious!
It was interesting to see the difference from landing in Doha to landing in Delhi. In Doha, the people seemed patient, relaxed, cordial, and even friendly. They weren’t all backed up in the aisles and crammed in. My was it different in Delhi! It was getting us ready to experience India! One man was out of his seat and walking to the bathroom while we were still taxiing! The captain even came on and reminded everyone to remain seated (and not the taped, “please remain in your seat until the plane stops and the lights turn off). When that happened, everyone was up and out of their seats, crammed like sardines in the aisles. For me it just served as a “welcome back to the chaos that is India!”
Upon entry into the airport, we went immediately to immigration to get our visas which Kathee had applied for, and which had been accepted, online. Now we had to just get the physical visas. Since four international flights landed together, the airport was in chaos. People everywhere. Horrible signage, people told to go in this line, wait, get up to the agent and then be told they were in the wrong line. Some of the lines, which had 30-40 people Deep would just close all the sudden. And the agent wouldn’t tell the people in line that his line wasn’t working. So they just stood. Welcome to India.
Kathee’s and my strategy when we travel like this is to get in separate lines near each other. Then whomever gets to the front of the line first the other person joins them to go through immigration. We do this as our experience has shown us that the above headaches of lines closing down without notification happen a lot happens in a lot of places, so we strategize and have fun with it. So this time, Kathee and the kids were in one line and I was about 10 feet away. Eve was strapped on front of Kathee and the other kids were coloring in their coloring books on the floor. After about 15 or 20 minutes, an official walked up to Kathee and said that since she had a small baby she had to go to the front of the line and that we were to follow him. So out of both lines we jumped and went to another line that had just completed processing of someone. So we went to the front of the line, I had all the documentation already completed, so all we had to do was for Kathee and me to get finger printed, pictures taken of each of us, have our visas filled out and passports stamped, and we were through with immigration.
Once at baggage claim we had to wait a long time. Having so many children, the airport candystrippers (not sure their official title, sorry) hovered like hawks to “help.” Yeah, yeah, I get it that you want our help. But I also know what your “help” looks like at the end… me paying you for your help. No thanks. So I told the same men multiple times that we were okay and didn’t need help. We ultimately got our bags with one epic failure. At one point during the wait somebody’s slipper, laced with Golden Valley granola bars went by me. I thought, “sucks to be that dude. And how would one slipper make it on the carosel? So we waited. And waited. Then our army duffle came, and someone had opened it and gone through it and not put it back well. Yup, you guessed it. The slipper was a present for Grandpa and I totally missed it (we only found this out when Kathee was talking with Karl and Aslam about it. Then it hit me that I saw it, laughed to myself about it, and only later it turned out that the joke was on me. Sorry, Grandpa!). We were also told that our baggage came to a different carosel than the stroller and car seat, but we got them all together and off we went to meet Karl and Aslam.
As we exited the airport, Karl and Aslam (Karl’s driver and a quasi-brother to Kathee and me) were waiting for us! The reunion was great. Aslam has been an absolute blessing to our family. When Karl and Shirley moved back to the States when Shirley was passing away from cancer, we thought we’d never see Aslam again. So it was a sweet reunion seeing Aslam again. We are so excited that we get to spend these next two weeks with him as well!
So with baggage in hand, the baggage, Karl, and Gideon rode back to Karl’s with the taxi and the girls and I rode back with Aslam.
Karl’s
We got home, had some snacks, and put the kids to bed for three hours (we followed them, too). The time difference is 11.5 hours ahead of St Louis. Then we woke up, showered, had breakfast and hung out. Lunch was homemade tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. We played on the roof and read a bit.
This afternoon we walked around the village where Karl lives (don’t think village, think neighborhood. But one that’s been around for 500 years). Some of the people remembered us from our last visit 4 years ago. The sites one sees during these walks is just stimulus overload. First, crossing the street in front of Karl’s is insane. People (cars, bikes, motorcycles, took-tools, walkers, etc, etc) going every which direction. Aslam had Gideon, Karl had Esther, Kathee wore Eve, and I had Hope. We made it! I had to lift Hope and carry her most of the way as we had to weave between so many things to get across. But once across it was all good! Though there aren’t many street lights, we were able to see okay. Since Kathee and I have walked that route times before it was very familiar. As we walked there were people everywhere, people just kinda standing around, walkers, bikers, cars, young, old, families, crippled, you name it. People. Anything with wheels is always honking to let you know they are there, streets and sidewalks are cement and gravel and dirt and puddles and trash and gross. As we walked we heard the sound of drums and bells ringing. We walked past the Hindu temple where a religoius ceremony was happening. Along the way we bought chips from the chipwala, fruits from the fruitwala, and rotis from the roti-guy. The most interesting thing was stopping by the pharmacy for something. Since the currency freeze, Karl’s change came back in cough drops. Serious. Cough drops. Could you imagine? “Here’s your change, sir. Here’s a $20, a $10, and 14 cough drops. We hope you’ll shop with us again at CVS.” Crazy.
My favorite thing about the walk are the butcher shops. As we walked by a minivan in front of one of the many shops, Aslam pulled me aside and said that the butchering is happening inside the van. All we could hear was the slamming down of the meat cleaver and the chicken being handed to someone outside the van for de-feathering. We also got to see the fish guy. I love standing and watching him work. As we stood watching the fish guy work (customer walks up, grabs a fish and hands it to the gentleman who sits on a stool. The fishwala scales the fish on his huge knife that is bolted to a board so he can work with both hands, dips the fish into the water to clean it, then cuts off the fins, cuts off the head, guts it, and then cuts it into chunks. Gideon knew right away what was happening and so buried himself in Grandpa’s sweatshirt. Hope was cool with it until she figured out the fish was going to die (that clicked when the catfish next to us started slithering around) and then buried her head in my shirt. Esther loved it. Thought it was great. Later: “It was cool when the guy but off the fish’s head.” I have since signed her up for counseling when we get home. We then stopped for rotis, made fresh in the tandoor. I LOVE these and so this is a huge treat. Sometimes after the kids are in bed, Kathee and I steal away and walk to the roti guy. It’s kind of a date. And it’s so fun! We then came home and the kids ate supper, played a bit, and then went to bed.
Life at Karl’s
For those wondering, Karl has a second story flat that overlooks a busy intersection. He keeps the doors and windows closed as the noise is constant. We can still hear all the honking and traffic, but it’s night and day difference when we go outside. So loud! During the day, since the weather is so nice, the kids like to play on the roof, which is a large flat area with a parapet around the top. We eat recognizable food for each meal and eat well.
We are adjusting to jet lag and everyone seems to be doing well. Things are good and we are thriving. I’ll update more (and probably much shorter) each day. Thanks for reading this novel. We are well and God is good!
Our latest adventure began at 4:30am on Wednesday morning. No, I take that back. My part of the adventure started about that time. For Kathee, getting ready started about a month before 4:30am on Wednesday morning. I think at one time she had three different lists going in preparation for our trip to India.
However, the part that anyone is interested in began at 4:30am, on Wednesday morning. It was then that my friend Hanbeol Kim, with his church van backed up to our building’s front door, loaded us all up and drove us to Lambert International Airport in St Louis. While our flight left at 8:00am, a fellow Covenant student, Sunyoung Lee, was also being driven by Hanbeol to the airport for a return trip to South Korea.
We had three different legs of the trip. The first, St Louis to LAX, LAX to Doha, Qatar (in the Middle East on the Persian Gulf), and Doha to Delhi. Our first flight was 4 or 5 hours, LAX to Doha was 15+ hours, and Doha to Delhi was 3 hours.
We arrived by 5am, got through ticketing, security went quickly, though the unidentified object in Gideon’s booster seat (to be used by Esther in India) was frowned upon. Security took us aside, reran the seat four or five times, and still couldn’t find anything. During that time, Gideon and I were talking with the TSA agent and making her laugh. By the end, she and her supervisor waved us through, the object was never discovered, and we were off to our gate.
When we got to our gate I was getting everyone’s carry-ons out of the way. I looked at the lady sitting where I was putting everything and thought, “Man, that lady looks like Phyllis from the tv show The Office.” But we were in St Louis, and famous people don’t hang out in St Louis. As background, whenever Kathee and I travel we are always on the lookout for famous people. Or people who look like famous people. So I thought nothing of it and went about my business. At one point, she got up and walked off and Kathee burst out, “Isaac, that’s Phyllis from The Office.” She could hardly contain herself (because she loves seeing famous people and she loves The Office). Later, as we were sitting in the gate area a young man walked by and I said, “Hey Kath, there goes Tim Tebow.” Again, thought nothing of it. When he walked back it dawned on me that it might really be him. When he went into the store across from our gate, I walked up, asked him if he was Tim Tebow and if I could get a selfie with him. He obliged. It was pretty cool. They both rode first class on our flight, and while Phyllis was getting all the attention, I was surprised that no one even noticed Tebow.
Once on our flight, the flight attendants took great care of us. One of the flight attendants took a shine to Gideon, who was all-too ready to talk and converse. I love watching him interact with people as he seems to overflow with joy when he talks. And the kid is a great conversationalist! By the end of the flight, the two ladies were stopping about each time they came or went up or down the aisle to chat. They were very good to us and made flying fun! What a joy to start off such a long journey being cared for so well. And by the way, the reason I’m blogging is that one of the ladies asked if I would as she is interested in our adventure. Who knows if she and her friend will ever ready this, but you can thank them if you are reading this.
Once we landed at LAX, we walked to the international terminal. We found early on that it was best for Kathee to lead the way as I walked a bit too fast for everyone to keep so. So Kathee walked in front and I played sweeper at the back. We work as a pretty good team. After not seeing our flight to Doha on the board, we grabbed lunch at KFC and then walked to where we assumed the flight would depart. After a while I walked and stopped a LAPD and asked him what the deal was. This is when our next adventure began. He said that LAX is essentially converting Terminal 2 to international flights and that our flight wasn’t listed because we were in the wrong terminal (Crazy to think that a flight to the Middle East would be in the international terminal)! So we started retracing our steps to what we thought was where we were to be going. it took forever to be directed out of the international terminal (because the directions different people gave us were sub-par). Ultimately, we had to walk outside of the terminal to the street, down the sidewalk outside where all the taxis and hotel vans are picking people up, down past terminal three and then to terminal 2. Once inside we had to go up to the ticketing area to get our boarding passes. After a bunch of haggling with the lady at Qatar Airlines ticketing booth (where I think we got skin-taxed but I could be wrong), they made us check the stroller and car seat at ticketing (instead of plane-side like we wanted). After all that monkeying around, we got our tickets, went through security again and then got to our gate. The wait was very short (15 minutes?) and then we boarded. The lady had give us bulk head seats which allowed Eve to have a bassinet. By the way, the bulkhead is a wall on an airplane that separates sections. From adopting Gideon, we knew that bulkhead seats on international flights have places where they can hook up bassinets for babies to sleep. We were hoping for this but were unable to reserve those seats when we purchased the tickets. The hand of the Almighty was upon us even then.
As we were getting settled (a nice part of flying with a baby is that we got to get on first, find our seats, and get settled in) the flight attendant, named Faith, introduced herself, met the kids and remembered their names, and treated us well the entire flight. The two primary flight attendants in our section were a bit concerned that Eve didn’t have much for clothes on as we had stripped her down to just a diaper. She was a little under the weather and was burning up. As I wasn’t sure if it was a religious thing, we put her sleeper back on but left it unzipped. The 16 hour flight went quickly as the kids slept and had access to their own tvs with about 50 movies for them to watch. They were in heaven!!! The kids didn’t complain about the flight once! Seriously! No “when are we going to get there,” nothing. The only thing Esther kept asking was, “Papa did we just land?” Such a cute kid and fun to fly with on such a journey. The only real problem we had was that Eve would fall asleep and then wake up crying every 30 minutes. Eve would only allow me to comfort her once on the flight, which meant Kathee got no sleep and had to care for a crying baby. As one of our friends said on Facebook, Kathee entered “beast mode.” Not beast as in mean, but beast as in awesome. I concur completely. Kathee is awesome!
After we landed in Doha, got off the plane, we walked to our next gate, went to the bathroom, the kids played on the floor, and about 20 minutes later we were boarding the plane.
Some of the things I observed while being in the airport for a little bit. Based on the dress (many women in full burkas and many men in traditional middle eastern attire) it was obvious we were in the Middle East. Yet there were a lot of people in Western-style dress, too. The airport was very clean and very quiet and the airport was gorgeous. It was just too bad we arrived in the wee hours of the morning as the airport is on the Persian Gulf and I would have loved to have seen it. Maybe on our return flight.
The flight from Doha to Delhi was three hours and seemed to go by very quickly. We did not have bulkhead seats and so both Kathee and I knew how blessed we were to have the seats we did from LA to Doha. Wow! What a blessing! And with our kids doing so well, travel was a walk in the park. I’m serious!
It was interesting to see the difference from landing in Doha to landing in Delhi. In Doha, the people seemed patient, relaxed, cordial, and even friendly. They weren’t all backed up in the aisles and crammed in. My was it different in Delhi! It was getting us ready to experience India! One man was out of his seat and walking to the bathroom while we were still taxiing! The captain even came on and reminded everyone to remain seated (and not the taped, “please remain in your seat until the plane stops and the lights turn off). When that happened, everyone was up and out of their seats, crammed like sardines in the aisles. For me it just served as a “welcome back to the chaos that is India!”
Upon entry into the airport, we went immediately to immigration to get our visas which Kathee had applied for, and which had been accepted, online. Now we had to just get the physical visas. Since four international flights landed together, the airport was in chaos. People everywhere. Horrible signage, people told to go in this line, wait, get up to the agent and then be told they were in the wrong line. Some of the lines, which had 30-40 people Deep would just close all the sudden. And the agent wouldn’t tell the people in line that his line wasn’t working. So they just stood. Welcome to India.
Kathee’s and my strategy when we travel like this is to get in separate lines near each other. Then whomever gets to the front of the line first the other person joins them to go through immigration. We do this as our experience has shown us that the above headaches of lines closing down without notification happen a lot happens in a lot of places, so we strategize and have fun with it. So this time, Kathee and the kids were in one line and I was about 10 feet away. Eve was strapped on front of Kathee and the other kids were coloring in their coloring books on the floor. After about 15 or 20 minutes, an official walked up to Kathee and said that since she had a small baby she had to go to the front of the line and that we were to follow him. So out of both lines we jumped and went to another line that had just completed processing of someone. So we went to the front of the line, I had all the documentation already completed, so all we had to do was for Kathee and me to get finger printed, pictures taken of each of us, have our visas filled out and passports stamped, and we were through with immigration.
Once at baggage claim we had to wait a long time. Having so many children, the airport candystrippers (not sure their official title, sorry) hovered like hawks to “help.” Yeah, yeah, I get it that you want our help. But I also know what your “help” looks like at the end… me paying you for your help. No thanks. So I told the same men multiple times that we were okay and didn’t need help. We ultimately got our bags with one epic failure. At one point during the wait somebody’s slipper, laced with Golden Valley granola bars went by me. I thought, “sucks to be that dude. And how would one slipper make it on the carosel? So we waited. And waited. Then our army duffle came, and someone had opened it and gone through it and not put it back well. Yup, you guessed it. The slipper was a present for Grandpa and I totally missed it (we only found this out when Kathee was talking with Karl and Aslam about it. Then it hit me that I saw it, laughed to myself about it, and only later it turned out that the joke was on me. Sorry, Grandpa!). We were also told that our baggage came to a different carosel than the stroller and car seat, but we got them all together and off we went to meet Karl and Aslam.
As we exited the airport, Karl and Aslam (Karl’s driver and a quasi-brother to Kathee and me) were waiting for us! The reunion was great. Aslam has been an absolute blessing to our family. When Karl and Shirley moved back to the States when Shirley was passing away from cancer, we thought we’d never see Aslam again. So it was a sweet reunion seeing Aslam again. We are so excited that we get to spend these next two weeks with him as well!
So with baggage in hand, the baggage, Karl, and Gideon rode back to Karl’s with the taxi and the girls and I rode back with Aslam.
Karl’s
We got home, had some snacks, and put the kids to bed for three hours (we followed them, too). The time difference is 11.5 hours ahead of St Louis. Then we woke up, showered, had breakfast and hung out. Lunch was homemade tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. We played on the roof and read a bit.
This afternoon we walked around the village where Karl lives (don’t think village, think neighborhood. But one that’s been around for 500 years). Some of the people remembered us from our last visit 4 years ago. The sites one sees during these walks is just stimulus overload. First, crossing the street in front of Karl’s is insane. People (cars, bikes, motorcycles, took-tools, walkers, etc, etc) going every which direction. Aslam had Gideon, Karl had Esther, Kathee wore Eve, and I had Hope. We made it! I had to lift Hope and carry her most of the way as we had to weave between so many things to get across. But once across it was all good! Though there aren’t many street lights, we were able to see okay. Since Kathee and I have walked that route times before it was very familiar. As we walked there were people everywhere, people just kinda standing around, walkers, bikers, cars, young, old, families, crippled, you name it. People. Anything with wheels is always honking to let you know they are there, streets and sidewalks are cement and gravel and dirt and puddles and trash and gross. As we walked we heard the sound of drums and bells ringing. We walked past the Hindu temple where a religoius ceremony was happening. Along the way we bought chips from the chipwala, fruits from the fruitwala, and rotis from the roti-guy. The most interesting thing was stopping by the pharmacy for something. Since the currency freeze, Karl’s change came back in cough drops. Serious. Cough drops. Could you imagine? “Here’s your change, sir. Here’s a $20, a $10, and 14 cough drops. We hope you’ll shop with us again at CVS.” Crazy.
My favorite thing about the walk are the butcher shops. As we walked by a minivan in front of one of the many shops, Aslam pulled me aside and said that the butchering is happening inside the van. All we could hear was the slamming down of the meat cleaver and the chicken being handed to someone outside the van for de-feathering. We also got to see the fish guy. I love standing and watching him work. As we stood watching the fish guy work (customer walks up, grabs a fish and hands it to the gentleman who sits on a stool. The fishwala scales the fish on his huge knife that is bolted to a board so he can work with both hands, dips the fish into the water to clean it, then cuts off the fins, cuts off the head, guts it, and then cuts it into chunks. Gideon knew right away what was happening and so buried himself in Grandpa’s sweatshirt. Hope was cool with it until she figured out the fish was going to die (that clicked when the catfish next to us started slithering around) and then buried her head in my shirt. Esther loved it. Thought it was great. Later: “It was cool when the guy but off the fish’s head.” I have since signed her up for counseling when we get home. We then stopped for rotis, made fresh in the tandoor. I LOVE these and so this is a huge treat. Sometimes after the kids are in bed, Kathee and I steal away and walk to the roti guy. It’s kind of a date. And it’s so fun! We then came home and the kids ate supper, played a bit, and then went to bed.
Life at Karl’s
For those wondering, Karl has a second story flat that overlooks a busy intersection. He keeps the doors and windows closed as the noise is constant. We can still hear all the honking and traffic, but it’s night and day difference when we go outside. So loud! During the day, since the weather is so nice, the kids like to play on the roof, which is a large flat area with a parapet around the top. We eat recognizable food for each meal and eat well.
We are adjusting to jet lag and everyone seems to be doing well. Things are good and we are thriving. I’ll update more (and probably much shorter) each day. Thanks for reading this novel. We are well and God is good!
2 comments:
Reading this makes me so happy! And so envious! Glad to see Aslam again, and to hear about exactly the things that were so amazing to me also! Keep it coming, dear ones.
Thanks for the great blog Isaac! I'm happy that you and Kathee & kids can get over to see her dad. I'm sure that makes him very grateful. Your comments about travel in India bring back many memories . God bless you all and Merry Christmas!
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