If Only....

If only I were better at updating this thing. I was shocked with myself to see that the last post was in March! So, here's the run down...

Shortly after my last post we had a Serbian/Bosnian/Croatian Women's Retreat that was just amazing. I loved it and four great women from Rijeka went with me.

In April, we introduced our friends to some American sports, and they caught on quickly.

In May, we had our student retreat, and summer project arrived.

And just last week I was in Boise, Idaho for my friends' wedding.

In a nutshell that has been the past couple months. I even remember now as I am writing that there were things that I thought about writing in my blog and didn't. So here is one of those stories.

For the May Day holiday here, Kali and I decided to take a trip to Ljubljana, Slovenia. We checked train times, and since we didn't want to stay the night, both of us decided the 5 am train would be best. We get up bright and early, it was still dark and happened to be raining. There was only one other person on the train besides us, and one more man, carrying a bike got on at the next station. We reached the first town on the other side of the Slovene border and started to disembark because we were supposed to switch trains. The border guard yelled at me, because I needed to wait for me to inspect my documents. After this happening, Kali and I stood by the tracks and looked around wondering when the connector would come. The border guard watched us curiously for a while, then came over and asked what we were waiting for. Kali told him that the ticket information from Rijeka said there would be a connecting train. He laughed and said yes at 2:30pm. We both looked at each other in horror of the early hour, and lack of train to take us the rest of the way. Neither Kali or I responded so he went and began talking to the other men working at the train station. He came back with another Slovene man, and told us that this man would take us to the next station if we liked. He was getting off in 15 minutes and we would just barely make it before the train from Koper came through. I without a thought said yes, we would appreciate it, and Kali looked at me like I had just asked for us to be kidnapped. I had to convince her that it was our only option, and that the border guard would not suggest someone who isn't safe. Also with my past experiences, people in this area are very helpful when you need it. We waited for the man to get off, and then jumped into his car. The Slovene drove about 100 kilometers per hour down this narrow, windy country rode, and every once in a while I saw his eyes start to slide shut. It was 6:30, so I understand him being tired. A half an hour later we arrive at the station and have five minutes to wait. I was so grateful for this man's kindness, and also for God protecting us from his crazy driving.