“I can’t imagine ever being as close to a group of people as I am to this team,” I wrote in my journal just after my trip to Peru in 2005. Between pre-trip training, first-ever flight experiences, eating unknown foods,
Altar of Pilgrimage
I first sensed a stirring towards Colombia when I was still in high school. I had gone on a church trip to Peru, and for some reason the neighboring country – land of drug dealers, guerillas, and paramilitary activity drew
His house
I have many wonderful Easter memories. I have one notebook somewhere in my storage boxes where I have 4 or 5 years’ worth of Easter trip journals written in form of letters to a friend at home – I would