Missionary POV: Successful Return

I'm back safe and sound, and perhaps almost in sync with Langley time. I didn't get out of the hotel in Vienna. I came up with a term for how I was feeling: novelty fatigue. I've been so immersed in "new" (new language, architecture, people, perspective) that when offered a good night's sleep between flights, I caved. The 5:00am wake-up call was in German -- well I hope it was a wake-up call. The only thing in German I'd be able to recognise besides "thank you" and "good-bye" is the phrase "My bicycle is broken." I don't know, it's something my parents used to say. (Come to think of it, if it wasn't a wake-up call, then who on earth is calling me at five o'clock in the morning, speaking German no less? That's some prank; I'll have to keep it in mind...)

The updates from this trip aren't over. For one thing I've got a bunch of pictures to post. Now that I'm back with my own computers and internet connection, it will be no problem to post them. I just need to get the film developed (I'm praying it didn't get fried by the numerous x-ray exposures), and go through those and the digital pictures to see what's worthy of posting here.

And as I work through what I learned and how I've been affected by this trip, I'll be including those thoughts here too.