Thursday, November 26, 2009

A weekend away

This last weekend we (the volunteers) headed up to Mussoorie. The school was taking some students up to watch a play at Woodstock and we were able to get a free ride up. Well, maybe not free the price was a little high: sit through a high school enactment of the play Mort. Amanda and I were counting down the scenes left to go. But once the play was over and we saw the buss on its way we were free to go to the Swansons’ house. 

(Hawaii follows everywhere! if you can't see it says "Hawaiian Fantasy")
The Swansons are an amazing couple who work at Woodstock and have opened their home up to us twice…and they allow us to fully raid their cupboard. Which we did, we waited for their kids to leave the kitchen and then went on a full out scouting. They had ice-cream and cinnamon bread and brown bread and cheese and cookies. We also went to a great Indian restaurant and again visited the Tip Top Teahouse where we had mango lassis and split pizza, omlet, and a cinnamon pancake. (Can you get that I’m excited about food?). oh did I mention the HOT SHOWERS? If you know me, pretty much at all, you know how I love my long hot showers. (Pretty much planning on taking an hour long bath everyday over Christmas!) But as amazing as the hot showers and food were (and they really were!) the best part of the weekend was being away with God.
      Mussoorie is this town way up on the mountain, with views of the Himalayas all around. Green peak after green peak and some snow covered ones too. Cold enough that you could see your breath all day long. It’s calm. Peaceful. A perfect place to meet with God. It was an amazing three days of hearing from God and enjoying being with him.



      Also I got to do something close to one of my dreams. I have this fantasy dream of being in this beautiful house by a warm fire talking and laughing while it’s snowing outside, ofcourse there MUST be a window seat.  One night we sat by this little metal fire thing and I felt like it was cold enough to be snowing. We talked until the fire died out. It was really fun. 

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