Super 8 Shepherdsville
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... people who live d locally. One insisted on us trying his catfish. Very yummy and even insisted we have a drink. Very friendly people. As we went back to cook a lateish dinner, our neighbours had lost power. They were going to go home but Linton to the rescue.
Day 62. Sun 25 July 2015
Today we had a long drive and stayed at Elizabethtown at another Walmart. Beautiful countryside. ...
... each got to pick one to take home. We arrived for Noon brunch and surprisingly this place was filled with adults on their lunch break instead of packed with kids on summer vacation. Food was good, but as I often say to Aria, I was hungary so maybe that's why the food was so good.
We made it to Lousiville and checked into our hotel, the Homewood Suites but didn't stay long. We had an appointment to go down under - to an underground cavern to ...
... We we got home around 8 pm. Feels so good to be home. The dogs nearly wet themselves. Thankfully my parents take good care of our puppies. Their furry grandpuppies. Thank you mom and dad.
Check back one more time for the last post called, "it's all numbers." I will tally everything in numbers. Another fabulous adventure. Can't wait till next year. South to Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, Florida (last Disney round), Georgia and revisit some others.
... ME go!" As a team, we can all attest to blessing that have already been bestowed on us by the generous gifts of donations to send us to Nicaragua. I personally have been so overwhelmed by God's provision that I have been tearfully knocked to my knees when opening donations to send my son and I on this trip. Next time you see me, ask me about the gift that was much like the "Widow's Offering" in Luke 21:1-4 and ...
... journey. When we made it to Nashville, the nine of us took a moment just off the plane to say goodbye. It was tough.
The pictures that I don't have are the ones of me crying like a little girl when I saw my family after I landed in Nashville. And that's okay. Those moments are stored in my memories better than any picture could ever ...