Romans 8:28 You make all things work together for my good!

     This past semester at school back home in Kentucky my brother and I hung out quite a bit compared to other semesters. He graduated in the spring, so I wanted to spend as much time as possible with him before he was gone. Of course being brother and sister brought its arguing and times of sibling quarrels. At the time I was sort of frustrated and just ready to have him gone despite my deep love for him on the inside. Fortunately, we were always able to apologize immediately, and we were back to hanging out the morning after. I say all this to give you a background of where my life has been.
     As I have told you before, I spent the first two weeks in Serbia living with the local pastor's family with two boys and then a girl. Sound familiar? Being the youngest of three and the only girl myself, I can totally relate to the family. We have had great conversations and the daughter and I are really able to relate. As I prayed with her, tears poured down my cheeks. I couldn't imagine life without my brother. Big brothers are such a blessing! God is so incredible to have given me opportunity to feel the same feelings this sister had for her brothers in so many different capacities just 3 to 4 months prior. We have had hours of great conversation about how we love our family. I am seeing how God knew so much about my summer and was prepping me even when I didn't know I would be in Serbia. It is so incredible!
     This is not the only way I have seen the Lord at work, but this blog is not the place for such conversation. Even the littlest things, God was using as a way to guide my heart for this summer. I thank Him for the lessons I learned over the past few years as they have shaped and molded me, and even this summer, I believe He is using situations for some future plans I have yet to know of. I realize now I should have been thanking Him at the time for the trials for they were only for joy in the future. I share this so you all too can be thanking God for the trials you are currently facing. His love prevails.
     Well, our first camp starts Sunday afternoon at 3:00 o'clock, yes Sunday!!!!!! Campers arrive at 1:00pm to hop a bus to Opovo, a city just outside the capital Belgrade. Please pray for safe travels but more importantly for changed lives! There are close to 45 of us in all! This is a little over expectation, praise God!! Numbers tallied in after we thought we were done! God was indeed at work! There will be 6 Americans coming over from the Portland, Oregon area to help conduct the camps. Their role is more to teach the English, where as the interns and I will be more of behind the scenes workers. We will be building relations, encouraging participation, and just being fun, crazy lovers of Christ! Many of the campers come from the local church, but nearly half are not and have never heard salvation through Christ. So this is a really neat dynamic of students. We have both those making disciples of disciples and those to share the truth and joy of Jesus for the first time! Jesus is a foreign word here for many non-believers. The orthodox church teaches God not the Savior, Jesus. I am so energized, giddy and pumped for camps as it has finally come!!! All the nights walking the city to invited campers has paid off. Again, thank you so much for your bold prayers in so many ways. This would not be possible without each of you behind me! Thank you over and over! I can't wait for my next blog telling you all about changed hearts! God is molding me, and I know, without doubt, He will be changing others! He really does work all things together for the good of each of us. All glory to Him for His work now and forever! Please continue in prayer with me for the week ahead...
Matthew 21:22  And whatever you ask in prayer, you will receive, if you have faith.”

Camp Promotion

     Passing out flyers has been quite encouraging despite the number of applicants. Over the past two weeks, Chad, Julia and I have been going out to schools, the beach, and local hangouts to invite youth ages 15 to early twenties to camp. A few nights the local youth group of the partner church has helped pass out flyers as well. There are about eight in all but each night about six youth come to help. I would say each night we go out, we pass out approximately 300 flyers in just under two hours of walking around. I say night because going out before 8:00pm would be foolish. It is so hot here that no one goes out until evening air hits. Even then it  only goes down to upper 80s. (I am not great with temperature as it is in celsius here.) 

     Right now our current number of committed/fully applied students is 15 for our first camp. Camp is starting July 1st. That means we have one week to pray and hit the streets! James 4:2 tells us we have not because we ask not. I am praying for miraculous numbers so that it is only evidence that the Lord's hand is in this. I know He has hand selected each of the lives that will be in Opovo (this is the city camp is held at) next weekend! Serbia is of course known for lateness, passing deadlines, living the "hakuna matata" life style, so not seeing high numbers right now is not worrisome. However, I believe God has more in store then to just seek and change 15 lives. So, I invite you to join me and my team in bold, faithful prayer over this next week! God is not aloof. He is always there and wanting to hear our prayers. 

     God has already provided great opportunity for relationship building. Many schools just finished this past Friday for the summer. Last week Chad and I both went into schools and waited outside schools to just introduce ourselves to students. Their final week of school looks different. They have class gaps around 1:00pm, 3:00pm and 6:00pm. Students go in for exam study/prep, and then the actual exams are held in the summer. Even between those times, students come and go. Time is not near as important. You can opt to or not to go to class. This allowed for many students to meet us. Almost every student knows some English. They love practicing their English with native tongue.  (They feel America hates them because nearly a decade ago, as a part of NATO we bombed their country, not to go into too many details.) So any American that comes here is adored as it shows we do care about them. This is great news for the interns and I. They love Facebook which is a great alley for deeper connection, now and after the summer. 

Many have invited us to hang out at the beach or city center at nights. 

     Also, just walking around in a city with only 5,000-6,000 people, makes an American face familiar. All the youth come to town and hang out, lots of repeated faces. Also, we walk up and down the same strip often. Last night as I was passing out flyers, I had passed a certain table with three girls nearly a dozen or so times. After asking about camps initially and then smiling, and quick conversations as I passed by, she said, "You know, I really wasn't thinking about going to camps, but after watching you this past hour, I think I would like to hang out with you for a week." I chuckled and smiled real big on the inside! She asked how I could be so crazy. I said, "Well, I am the crazy American, so I am just living up to my name!" God is good and providing such great timing in how, where, when we spend our time. 

Three Days in Sombor

     The last three days Julia, Chad, and I have been in Sombor, Serbia, which is north-western Serbia. We are going to hold three different camps this summer. One of which will be partnered with the church in Sombor. So we went their to meet the church (which is just 20 members) and pastor Zoli who will be leading the camp. Also, we met an American missionary there working with Zoli. We were dropped off at the station and we were on our own from their.
     As we arrived in Sombor, Chad and I had to use the restrooms. As we left the bathroom, a gypsy lady came frantically running behind us yelling. Apparently, we were to each pay 30 dinar for our use of the toilet. It was quite a humorous interaction. It is so common to pay to use the public toilets. And on the topic of money, our budget for the three days was 100 dinar breakfast, 300 lunch and 200 dinner. 100 dinar is comparable to $1.
    Anyway, Julia and I stayed with Vicky, a Californian lady serving in Sombor. She is unrelated to JV, just here on her own. Chad stayed across the street in apartments with the pastor of the church and his family. It was very nice meeting her and living there as she was American. It was refreshing as we spent all day talking with Serbs not being able to communicate as much. God provided a bit of relaxation and comfort in food, rest and conversation in order to prep for camps!
     Furthermore, It is so incredible to see the body of Christ in this city! There was a family from Michigan staying at a retirement center within 100 yards of the pastor and Vicky, the missionary. The family was in Sombor to teach American football with a Christian organization. To me it was so crazy that in a city where they may be the only born again believers, God placed them all together to encourage each other. The family is only there for four months, but that was just the need that Vicky needed, support and love. The interns and I needed the same. So all of us had chicken fajitas to get a taste of home as Americans. The kids of the family were so sweet. There were three boys 16, 14, and 11 and a girl 7 years old. The family reminded me so much of my family at times. They are home schooled and will soon be missionaries in Bulgaria full-time. It was very encouraging and great! The boys were great examples of godly young men for youth in Serbia. They even helped promote camps even though they won't be coming.
     Basically we spent our time walking up and down the town square in the evenings when youth would be out introducing ourselves and passing out flyers for camps. It was very interesting to see responses. Some were eager to see what we were handing out and others appalled. Many spoke a bit of English. English is taught at age 6 through 8th grade here. So most all of the younger generation can at least understand a bit. In two nights we passed out 300-400 flyers. It was Zoli, Vicky, Julia, Chad, myself, the two missionary boys, and the help of a few youth from the church here in Sombor. Out of that amount Vicky said that we are hopeful for 2-3 students to go. So please be in prayer for numbers to surpass that goal!
    The flyers do not mention evangelism or God, just simply promote English. Camps are a tool to get to spiritual conversation. Our role as interns is to build relationships so that students come to church throughout the year.
     Tuesday night we spent our time hanging out in the basement of the church playing games, meeting youth. The pastor spent time talking with parents about camps while we played cards and other games. Before this, we were told not to mention prayer or God.  Non-orthodox churches like Protestant are considered cults. This is very new to me to keep my faith inward. We are to boldly proclaim the truths of Him. My role is to build relations in hopes of opportunity. Please continue to pray for these opportunities and open hearts. The whole three days was very thought provoking. I am used to boldly proclaiming Jesus' name. Here, even for the believers, there is so much persecution that they are not boldly making disciples so even the few there are, aren't sharing. I am so perplexed as this is foreign to my mind. I have such passion and joy I can't contain it!!! I realize though that the environment I have been raised in has helped build this boldness.
     Please be in great prayer with me as the first camp is July 1st. Final planning is happening and many students are starting to think about going or not. I know God will select those He wants to come, and I am praying for outrageously high numbers of outcomes!
   

Friends and Cherries

    While working on Steve's new house, I decided to take a break. All the men were carrying heavy loads, and I was of no use. So I took a little walk down the road. As I went, I ran into some children. Of course they knew little to no English, but I thought I'd see what we could communicate without words. Next thing I  know one of the little boys runs out of his house with a book in hand. It was an English to Serbian dictionary. The kids started pointing and yelling out words. They taught me so many random vocab words. Kids are the best teachers of foreign language. They are so patient. Also, they speak slowly, simply and repetitive.
     There were six children all between ages 6-11. They were just neighborhood friends. They knew Steve, so I told them I was moving in...This may have been a mistake as now they all come knocking on the door begging Steve to let "KC" as they say, come play. They are all on Facebook too and asked for my name right away so they could look me up!
     They drug me to their backyard where three little kittens were tied to a string to a tree. Apparently, the kids didn't want them to run away. They were only 9 weeks old I'd say. So precious. They gave me tours of their yards, let a giant dog jump all over me, play on their swings, teach me parkour.  Yes, little kids in Serbia do parkour! So cute! They were doing flips and hanging from garage doorways.
     Then one of the little girl's grandma came out. She invited me to have juice with them. So the seven of us sat out around the patio table sipping cherry juice she had freshly squeezed. Of course she didn't speak English but pointed at her cherry tree so many times so that I knew she made it! Then she brought out cherry cake she just made. The children kept feeding me cherries off the tree too! Next thing I knew the parents came out inviting me in to see the house. So I toured the home. The dad actually spoke fairly fluent English, so we were able to communicate. The little girls wanted me to see their princess room. Everyone wanted to chat with me at once. The father wanted me to help teach his daughter English as she is going to English lessons each week to learn.
     When I said I needed to get going, all were so sad. I have been invited back anytime. I couldn't believe the hospitality and eagerness to chat with an American. Serbians are so welcoming. There is no way I would have entered a home like that in America. It is way inappropriate culturally. Very interesting. I am hoping to stay in contact with this family and invite them to Steve's church. You never know how God works. It was just a fun experience and hopefully a opportunity to spread God's love!

   

Attending Serbian Chuch

     Sunday morning the interns and I rode our bikes to Church of God. This is the church that the family we are staying with goes to, and the father is the pastor of. Having absolutely no expectations, assuming I'd understand nothing, yet eager to go to a service as I hadn't been in a few weeks due to travel, I walked in open minded. As Serbian culture goes, at 10:00 when service was to start, only ten people were there. Quickly, within the next fifteen minutes, the chairs filled up. The church seats 50 people. It is in a little building that is just perfect for the gathering. The chairs line up in about five rows of ten and just enough spare room for the band (two singers and a guitarist) to worship.
     The Holy Spirit was present. My soul felt at such peace worshipping with them. In many new churches I enter, I don't instantly feel at such peace. Serbian is fairly easy to read especially in slower worship style format. So I sang along in Serbian to the Lord! One of the coolest experiences yet! The kids at home have taught me to read most words. They played many songs I was familiar with and a few new ones. I didn't even want to sing in English when I did know the song. There was just something so incredible to be singing along as one body. I know Heaven will be the same! Such an awe struck moment to sing and worship to our Savior!
     The Serbians really taught me that I am not here to simply share Christ. I am hear to be humbled. I didn't expect there to be believers when I heard the statistics before going over. Now that I am here, I am amazed! That church was filled with passion for our God. Of course that was only fifty people in a city of 5,000 to 6,000, but still that is absolutely incredible! I believe there is one other protestant church, as they would call it, in this city. The numbers are low, but it only takes one faithful heart. Wow, I have so much to learn from them. They pray with such boldness and expectance. As American believers, we are no where close to this. Our churches aren't praying like this. We take our salvation for granted or as it is something we've done or expect. Most churches are orthodox, so to have heard the truth and worship in a free place is such a gift. There are no laws protecting religion like America. American law protect us in so many ways. Serbs give God the reverence and respect He deserves. Knowing Him is a blessing, not an expectance. Really humbled me and let me examine my faith.
     Serbians love internationals. The three of us were invited up to introduce ourselves to the congregation. I went first. Me, being the foreigner that I am, forgot to stop every sentence or so to be translated. So the people laughed and loved my foolishness. Bojan, being such an gifted translator, still caught all my words. It was neat getting to meet basically the whole church.
     Bojan also translated the whole message to us. We simply sat in the back of the church, and they are much more accustom to this. It didn't bother them. They were so happy we could get to hear the message. He spoke on Luke 18 and the women's faith and reliance on the judge. Again, this exposed Serbian faith. I was sitting there thinking wow at my church this same passage would be presented so differently. I soaked up the words and realized I need to kick into gear praying much bolder. God is always waiting wanting to hear from me, from us. Again, it is something we hear and know but getting to watch it lived out is so awesome. So that was my first service in Serbia, and I can't wait for next week!

First Days in Serbia

     Well my team and I left training on Wednesday to ride 17 hours down to Serbia. It is was much fun seeing public trains stations. It was almost like an airport but train style. I apparently slept most of the journey, but also has some great team bonding conversations too hearing each others' walks of life. Also, Bojan, our leader, told us more about camps and Serbian culture/religions. Orthrodox churches are common, every few blocks. After the train ride, we took a bus into S. Mitrovica, Serbia where we are staying. Steve, the missionary from JV who lives in Serbia picked us up and dropped us three interns off at the pastor of the local churches home as Steve and his wife are moving into a new home right now and can't house us for another week or so.  Chad, my teammate, is staying at a friend's next door.

     The Serbian family is absolutely incredible, such a God loving family. There is the pastor, his wife, and three kids. However, they have new guest in and out every single day! There was 14 of us sleeping here last night! Serbians are very big of family values. Great opportunity to be thrown into Serbian culture so quickly. The children of the family speak such great English. They have taught me several Serbians phrases, letters that we don't have in English and some culture about education. We have been given the opportunity to understand and begin to see what the culture is like. It is actually the perfect situation. At dinner, we sit around a table speaking Serbian!

     The first two days we helped Steve with his house. Chad and I sanded three small rooms. Also, I  painted trim around door frames, helped wash paint brushes, buckets, and also taped off stairs and portions of the house to paint. It was hard work yet so much fun. Steve, the pastor's brother, and the brother's son in law of doing most of the inside labor. Outside is contracted work for insulation. Serbians consider a house "unfinished if not insulated." The insulate the homes but places about one and a half feet of styrofoam around the brick house. Steve is the only one working who speaks English. Often he had to run into town, so we painted and sanded with Serbian speaking people. Communication was quite entertaining to say the lease. We actually taught each other some language in the process. The whole gang   had such positive attitudes that it was a blast. Steve said our labor two days spared them three extra days move in time and the cost of another camper coming to camps! Praise God!

     For the summer we have been given bikes as interns and phones so that we can go into town daily to invite youth to camps and start building relationships with the locals. Today, Chad and I along with a German friend of the family we are staying at rode into town, about a 15 minute ride, to scan our grounds.   Serbians are so welcoming. I think we will have great success in inviting students as soon as we get our flyers printed out to hand out. That should come in a day or two!

Training at Malenovice, Czech

     I have spent the last five days on the outskirts of a little city up on a hill in beautiful hotel/conference like facility. This place is owned by Josiah Venture. Its sole purpose is provide a place for JV staff, missionaries, interns, and families to come together for conferences or training.  To hear Dave Patty, the president of JV, share the story how JV got this place is truly a gift by God.
     Each day was full of training sessions on teaching English, culture, what camps look like, stages of salvation, and also two  sessions each day of praise and studying the Word together as a group with all the interns and team leaders. There is something so incredible seeing Christians of all nations worship God! During worship, there were people all singing songs in their native languages yet all singing the same song to the same mighty God! I have always known how big and real God is, but to see in person such a diverse group worshipping is a experience you can't know unless you are apart of. I stood in awe of our God so many times when I looked around seeing such a cross-cultural group praise our Creator!

     He is such a personal Father. I have opened both Estonian, Serbian and Czech Bibles in the past day. Just opening it up makes me praise our mighty God! He has provided the Word for every single one of us in a way we understand, our language. Often, I forget that the Bible is a gift. I take it for granted. To have the Word, the most precious love letter in my finger tips is a blessing. Many cultures have much for reverence for the Bible such as placing it on the ground would be disrespectful. It is very eye opening and making me realize how I take my faith so lightly some times. 

     This facility here in Malenovice is so beautiful. I wish I could post photos on here. (Macs won't let my camera exchange photos from my camera on here.) Each morning I woke up to see God's perfect, gorgeous creation out my window!  I have gone on so many walks, tried many national dishes, and had so many interesting conversations with different people from different cultures (even those in the states have unique stories as I am the only one from KY).
     Every night one European gave their testimony. This was probably my highlight of training. Europeans see it as such a blessing to grow up in a Christian family, very few do. Most are born into some orthodox religion they don't understand. It is just your heritage. However, every single one mentioned that God, through a process of steps and experiences, got to their heart. I think it is so neat that God had hand chosen them to not give up on their hearts. This also really prepared me to understand stories of those I will come in contact with this summer. Every European I got to share my testimony with was so happy for me that I was so blessed to my have a family that loved the Lord. They weren't jealous, but they were genuinely happy for me. Also, many wanted to pray with me or for me. As we were parting  for the summer to go to our country to serve, I asked many if I could pray for them or many asked if they could pray for me, even when language was a barrier. Every European that knows Christ shines. They truly radiant Christ in them. It is so evident they love the Lord. Makes me a bit convicted. Can everyone I meet see that I love Christ? This was truly a wonderful week diving into the Word with people so eager to soak up God's Word!
     It was hard leaving this place. It was such a safe haven. Everywhere you turned their were believers just letting God pour through them! I had made so many friends whether from the states or Europe. It was a glimpse of Heaven. Praising our Lord with them was just marvelous! The Spirit was just at such peace in me. Really incredible opportunity and experience. I really felt spiritually equipped to be sent out into a foreign country. I really got to examine my heart and give the summer to Him.
     

The Amazing Race

The most amazing adventure of my life:

     As I arrived in Poland, I walked out through baggage to be met by a very enthusiastic gang of JV leaders cheering and welcoming us! Our flight was the first to arrive of the interns. We arrived at 9 am and the last flights was coming in at 2:30pm. There was about 100 of us in all coming to the airport this day. That included leaders, staff, and interns like myself. So we all just hung out meeting one another waiting for other flights to slowly arrive. This was an amazing time having the opportunity to meet passionate and wonderful believers. You could tell that this group was so genuine as everyone kept positive attitudes when there was no reason to. People were welcoming, loving and friendly even though many of us had little to no sleep and food. As 24 hours approached, I decided to grab another nap so that I was refreshed for my team to arrive. My nap lasted an hour which was very beneficial (that totaled two hours in 24 hours for me) as the Amazing Race was to start in just one hour.

     The Amazing Race is modeled after the television show (with the same name). It basically consisted of random challenges, tasks, and traveling from city to city all over Poland and Czech Republic. We were broken up by country teams. So I was with three others (two interns and our team leader) who will be serving in Serbia with me this summer.

     The other two interns on my team literally hoped off the plane, and the race began as they were the last flight of the day. We were given no instruction basically. We were handed our first clue and told to "GO."

     Clues included words in other languages, directions, landmarks, and snippets of maps. Challenges included strutting down a run way in town square in Krakow in quite unattractive clothing (which led into a run-in with the police but that is anther story), transporting M&Ms from bowl to bowl with only a straw, constructing a model of the solar system using fruits we had bought from a local store in correct order of size and distance from sun, completing a Czech dance step by step, reciting a Pope's speech verbatim, eating blood sausage, deciphering Choppin music, canoeing, drinking a hot cup of tea as fast as possible (which burnt my tongue for two days), and many many many more very fun and exciting challenges. We hoped tram after bus after train after train! I hope to tell more of these stories later to you all whether in blog or person! I have stories to share from each of these tasks plus like twenty tasks more! Time and this little blog do not permit such opportunity to share as internet access is hard to get here!

    Each challenge provided great opportunity to see weaknesses in our teammates while seeing strengths pour out as well. We became very vulnerable very quickly as sleep, food, and rest was at a minimum. I was on 48 hours awake with only 2 hours of sleep and barely any food. We had a lot of team bonding while on longer train rides. This really is set up in the perfect way to see each other's human self come out. This vulnerable time is already allowing our team to see our gifts and personalities as we prep for summer camps!

     This also provided great cultural opportunity. Transportation is nothing like I would have imagined. On a three hours bus trip, around eight people had to stand the entire time. People are willing to stand shoulder to shoulder just to get a ride. On another bus, we were piled in each other's laps so that everyone could make it. Personal space is nothing like Americans. Trams are the local means of transportation. You run and hop on your ride hoping to make it. If you don't, you may be waiting nearly three or four hours for another. I am seeing how blessed America is and especially how blessed I am to know who God is so personally. It is much more noticeable to detect believers from non-believers in Europe. Smiles speak loudly. 

     One last thing, I even left the city with a parting touch. As I hoped a tram in the nick of time, remember this is a race, my backpack got stuck in the door. Needless to say, the tram erupted in giggles! So I pulled it in, but I um...broke the door! Each time the tram stopped at the next stop, you had to manually open and shut the doors. Oops! Well, a race is a race!

     After three days of absolutely crazy tasks and exhausting but incredible cultural experiences, we finally make it to our last clue's destination, Malenovice, Czech Republic. That is my team in the picture crossing the finish line! We are staying here at the Malenovice Hotel for four days of training. 

Thank you all for your prayer back home. God is certainly revealing Himself, keeping us safe, and allowing me to have an incredible experience seeing the beauty of His creation in a way I have never experienced before. 

     

Planes, Trains and Trams

     I just had one of the most incredible weeks of my life! I have SO many incredible stories to share just about the journey to Europe! I will add pictures when I can. Being on other's computers make that a bit challenging, but I will when I can! I have so much to share, this little blurb of information has absolutely no justification of my past days' events.

    So the journey began Tuesday morning as I arrived at the airport as Mom dropped me off. A few tears trickled down as a swarm of reality and nerves suddenly hit me. I had left my Mom, Dad, family, pup, friends, and America for the entire summer! However, a very sweet lady behind the check-in counter saw my nerves as I approached barely even able to articulate my destination. She saw my destination and started telling me all about how she had gone to Israel before. She never said she was a believer, but it was just one of those moments where you just know your soul is at peace with another.  She was so excited for me asking a few brief questions about this amazing opportunity. This calmed my anxiousness. Immediately, I knew the Lord was leading me and I had nothing to fear; I simply needed to follow His lead. Only adrenaline and anxiousness filled me for the rest of the trip. I have complete faith and peace after this.

     Security and navigation through airports was a breeze. God provided peace and guidance through employees when navigation got a bit tricky. Going back out of security to go back through security was new to me. I have always been told to stay inside security between flights. European security guards/employees are very welcoming and friendly though. Americans are quite hurried, less patient people. Riding all the public transportation was thrilling to me, getting to see so many international people!

     The first flight I rode next to a dear lady that squeezed my leg twice when turbulence got rough. She told me all about her three children and how she wished they would have gone to serve in another country. All of her kind words, again, were God speaking to me letting me know that He indeed had brought me to Europe this summer. On my long flight I sat next to a German man who slept the whole time which allowed me to watch movies and read peacefully. With such excitement, I only slept one hour on my flight. On the last flight, I sat next to a Polish man who tried so hard to talk to me despite the language barrier. Lots of hand signals and pointing was involved. I believe he and his wife fly often and always get aisle sits across from each other. He tried to welcome me to Poland, and he informed me that he was getting sick too when the plane went in circles waiting to land. 

     International flights feed you so well. I had so much tea and many delightful pastries. Also, I was offered alcohol about five times that day as well as being served a large dinner and breakfast. Europeans drink much more alcohol than we do.

     I actually met up with a few other JV interns in Newark. I saw two different guys that looked like JV candidates. I approached both and they were. So the three of us chatted for about 3 hours waiting for our plane. Also, we added three more interns to our gang as we landed in Germany. None of us sat together in any flight though. We never had to go through customs, but I did get my very first stamp in my passport! I was so proud! 

     Finally, we arrived in Krakow, Poland at 9am local time.