It’s 11:40 a.m. Croatia time. Due to the very late night, we sleep in. And to be honest, I think I can sleep another 2 hours. It’s raining outside. Not too heavy, but enough to get us scurrying for cover anytime we have to go outside for any reason.
The road is flooded. The creek that runs underneath the road has bubbled over to the point that the van or rental car probably wouldn’t make it. So, we have a somewhat forced day to rest. Heidi, Sam, and Taylor play in the rain, including going rafting down the creek!! It was funny watching them play and navigate the currents.
During the day, we play UNO and Spades, and I lose nearly all games. I used to be good at spades, but have lost my touch. Oh well. It was fun playing with everyone and getting to know Grant.
Grant Moss is David’s son. David is energetic and loud. Grant is very quiet. But he has the uncanniest observations. For example:
“Grant, what are you made of man?”
“Mostly water.”
Priceless and brilliant!
My feeling of goodness is short lived. Everyone has lumped into a group, and I sense that I’m the odd man out. David and Hollie are together. They are in the process of going down the road to engagement. Heidi and Taylor are together. They are not in that process, but as stated earlier, are very close friends. Some people are playing poker. I don’t know how to play it. Some people are playing basketball now that the rain has subsided. I can never play basketball again.
It’s 7 p.m. Timi and Sergei, another BEAT leader, come over for a while. We talk about the week to come. There is no planning whatsoever, and it is beginning to wear on me. Apparently tomorrow night there is a big soccer (football) match between Croatia and I think Austria for the EuroCup, and a few people are going into Zagreb to pass out tracts. Other than that, we aren’t being successful in planning much of anything.
God, why am I here? Why did You want me to be on this trip? Why am I so downcast? And, can others tell?
I wish I could sugar-coat this, but I can’t. The brutal truth is this: I wish I were home. I can’t begin to state how much I don’t want to be here.
