I meant to write a post about this on Sunday, but never got around to it. Better late than never, right? On February 1st my dad left busy, noisy America and went to busier, noisier Africa. On his way he stopped in London for the day.
I am so jealous. I am so happy that he was able to look around the city for one day. After a couple other flights he arrived safe and sound in Tanzania, Africa. His time in Tanzania was spent teaching "evangelists" and pastors, visiting with some great friends, hiking in the hills, traveling around, preaching, and meeting lots of new people. After his six week stay, he came back home on Saturday. Jet-lag has decided to accompany my dad for his first few days back in the States, so we haven't heard many stories yet, but I'm sure time will bring them on. Lots of them too. I've got a couple posts planned for this week, so come Thursday/Friday drop in here for a little visit.
My father in front of the Kilimanjaro International Airport soon after arriving.
I was looking through Dad's albums and saw this shot and had to include it. Doesn't this make you want to be there?