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Travel Blogs from Puerto Plata
... lessons came to life for me. As we were riding in the back of a pick-up truck, driving at what
felt like an extreme rate of speed, especially for the one lane winding four-wheel
path that was considered to be a road, I realized that all I could do is pray
and enjoy the scenery. And as we were riding down a very steep and rocky
incline on our horses, again, all I could do is pray and trust that God and the
horse knew what they were doing. Then while at ...
... to watch a movie. That, 'if only I were older' feeling, But mine was, 'if only I were braver'.
I paddled to the reef and my wonderful mother offered to come with me to tie up my board. My mom helped me by telling me I was going to be fine and that as long as I stayed calm nothing would happen. So slowly we swam closer to the reef. As we got closer the more fish appeared. I was feeling the way a person with arachnophobia feels when they see a spider. ...
... owner gives discounts to people who are in the country doing mission work!
When I think back over last Sunday I feel beyond blessed. Instead of just finding a place to
stay where I feel my family is safe, God went a step beyond and presented a
place where we can also feel like we are having a vacation. He did not just
provide for our needs, He went 'exceedingly abundantly above all that we asked
or thought' (Eph 3:20). He brought us ...
... 3 am wake up call for a 6 am flight after very little sleep for two days. By the time we arrived at our first destination, I was exhausted, hot, had a screaming headache and was not feeling the best. In fact, I was feeling like I should be in freezing cold Ohio enjoying the day off and no doubt having a much better hair day as the humidity was not being my friend. Luckily, I was also remembering that we were here for a reason and I was excited to see what God had in store. And ...
... amazing, but all of them carried a heavy balloon thing, that they went around the crowd hitting people with. I got hit a few times and it honesty felt like a leather ball with bricks inside, some of the girls have some pretty bad bruises. I felt like the whole things would have been a lot more if we didn’t spend half of our time avoiding being hit. Sunday night I was in bed feeling like I had to run a marathon, and the thought of hiking the next day was scaring me to death.