Nightfall was coming quickly and I had to make a decision. Living in the South spoils you because you can literally talk to anyone, but in a foreign country, that might not be that wise. After returning to my room three times and contemplating whether or not I should cry, I made a decision. Crying wouldn't help anything. Emailing someone was futile because after the third time the power went out I was no longer able to access the Wi-Fi. My decision? Yell down from my 3rd story balcony to a lady coming from the sports bar across the way to see if it was open. Thankfully, it was.
Imagine me in a sports bar. Ha! I don't even go there in the U.S. But here I am, writing this declaration (which will later be transcribed into a lovely blog post) from the inside of a sports bar, being constantly sniffed by 2 large dogs, being thankful that God is helping me overcome my fear of dogs, eating a delicious veggi pizza and drinking the best warm bottled water I could ask for.
It isn't the lobster bisque and fish dinner I was scheduled to eat, but at this moment, this is a mighty fine meal. I tell you this, tomorrow, I'll be out, on time, front and center, so I won't miss the sailing trip!
To be continued,