This weekend we visited our 2nd cousins in Troy, PA and Nathan spoke at the churches they belong to while we were there. One of the churches was the Olde Covert Church for the mountain folk (like the parking sign?)...we kind of felt at home driving on the dirt road (though they needed a few million more potholes to be like our Cameroonian roads) and following the cloud of dust the car in front of us left.
It was so awesome to see the little kids I played with when we visited them 12 years ago all grown up now. It's difficult for me to as we travel so much to offer myself and get involved with new people in new places, so I really enjoy the times we get to visit and catch up with family and friends we know, but just haven't seen for years.
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It reminds me of driving down the road w/Nathan's car to go visit Eddie when he lived w/the Stephens in Bethune. Remember that adventure, guys? :)
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