Tue, 27 Feb 2007San Fran Here We Come!!!!
Hour 5.5 of our 11 hour bus ride.
WooooooHooooo!! This is what spring break is all
about! Actually, it's really pretty outside. We're
traveling through the mountains of northern
California, and boy it's beautiful. We just finished a
photo op that included some shirts off and lots of
snowballs. Leave it to men's choir to take a photo
in the snow....with our shirts off. Wow, God's
creation is beautiful. We keep coming across
mountains more beautiful than the last!
This morning we had a great concert at
Western Mennonite School, and even had a surprise
visit from kick-off champions (bi-annual talent
show), the Love Kittens - with “Love Potion Number
9.” And overall, the bus ride has been great. We're
finished #2 of the Rambo series!! I'm catching up
on sleep...and music history! (Gotta love homework
- it never ends!!!)
It was sad to leave Oregon, with all the
amazing hospitality we've received from all the
Oregon churches. But I'm sure it won't stop in
Oregon. Last night I got to stay with my Aunt and
Uncles in Corvallis, OR. It's sure great to be able to
see family again. But it's also really nice to get
closer to another family -- all the men on this trip.
We're growing into a more cohesive group...or
mob.... whichever you prefer. We're loving it.
Haven't heard a bad comment yet. Who wouldn't
love hanging out with friends, eating awesome
Mennonite food, and then getting to sing to packed
churches??? best. spring. break. ever.
In a phone call with my parents I was reminded
of two pretty interesting situations that I
encountered on tour.
- I stayed with a host family two night ago
in Hubbard, OR. The husband was the pastor of the
church that we were singing at in the morning.
When I met him, his voice and features looked
strangely familiar. I went to bed not being able to
place it -- and figured he just looked like someone
I knew back home. The next morning as we played
the Mennonite game, we figured out what it was.
He had attended AMBS and Hively Ave. Mennonite
church. He had actually taught me Sunday school
for a few months! He had a beard then and it was
easy to recognize them once I realized that. We
decided that we had just traded beards.
- At the concert last evening, a over-eager child
of about 10 came up to me and inquisitively and
seriously asked “Excuse me..Excuse me - where do
you get your slightly Mongolian looks from?” And
me, being strictly from European decent...stood
there puzzled. All I could say was... “I don't
know....I'm from Germany or Switzerland I think...”
There was a little awkward pause and then he
responded with “Oh...” and sprinted away from me.
That's about all I have to say about that. surreal.
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Posted at 11:15 by Scott Lehman #