I just recieved and email from Farmer's Daughter Shannon who is on her way to Cameroon, Africa for a summer study for her Ph.D. there.
(Sorry, no pics to share.)
Let me warn you in advance ~ we are a strange lot, my girls and I. We have an odd sence of humor and have been known to have fits of shreaking laughter (over what appears to others as nothing ) which often turns into tears! We fondly call them "laughing attacks!" Poor Gentleman Farmer just leaves the room (if he can) shaking his head in uncomprehension.
With this in mind, let me share with you her first email (via Blackberry).
This is a very normal email ~ nothing to shreak about, but I did want to caution you for future stories that may appear hear. If you don't get the humor or do think this is totally odd, you are probably right and may join the Gentleman Farmer in the other room.
Upon arrival at her layover in Brussels, Belgium, Shannon writes:
"In the brussels airport, the bathrooms are a little odd. The toilet is standard issue, however the flushing button is about the size of an oversized envelope. It took me a while to figure out that it was a button and not some kind of collapsable shelf. The toilet paper is dispensed like kleenex, but isn't half bad. All of these items are housed in a personal closet. Outside, the hand driers are made by dyson (yes of vaccuum cleaner fame) and are very "refreshing". I'll keep you updated on further bathroom adventures.
Now, that wasn't so bad. I can only hope for something a little more side-splitting upon her arrival in Cameroon later today. (They are 8 hours ahead of us there!)
I am thanking God for her safe arrival so far, and thanking all of you dear ones who have been praying for her.
"Then I proclaimed a fast there at the river of Ahava, that we might humble ourselves before our God to seek from Him a safe journey for us, our little ones, and all our possessions."