So far I have had a lot of mini adventures here in ol' Chucktown. I thought that I was going to spend most of my time alone but God has blessed me with things to do and people to hang out with. I'm not as at ease here as I am in Columbia because I don't feel like I really connect with people here on the same level as back home, save one: Erin Norton.


A really cool African coffee shop opened up in downtown Charleston called Kudu. The picture on the left is what a Kudu is. Apparently its hunted like deer and it is ginormous. The coffee shop is owned my a man and his sister, both of which grew up as missionary kids in Kenya, Tanzania and a few other African countries. I wouldn't be telling the truth if I said I'm not a little jealous.



There's a different breed of Christians in this town, not bad, just different. Maybe its just the church I'm at and the people I run into. We aren't cut from the same cloth, as some would put it. Its okay though, I'm learning a lot. And last night I was finally able to be myself around old youth group kids. That's a big feat for me!

My friend and I vented about some things going on in our lives (similar issues). And at the end of getting our feelings out, we decided to figure out what we could do about the situation. How could we change things? Make it better? Let God change us? I must say, it was quit productive. Now its the holding each other accountable part that we have to keep up with.

Dark chocolate covered pretzels?! Yuuummmmyyyy.

Joke I found in a travel book:
An Argentine asks a Spaniard "Whats the closest place to heaven?" "Argentina I suppose," replied the angry Spaniard (Argentines are supposedly known for being arrogant). "Nope, its Uruguay." (that's the country right next to Argentina).