Curious Faces…

At about 10:30 a.m. we woke up to curious children outside our door wanting to know who had arrived from America.  Upon waking and realizing where I was, the memories of the van ride, only a few hours previous, haunted me.  But I quickly got off my bed to get dressed and see who the little voices were on the other side of the door.  Dale was already dressed, actually, I think he slept in his clothes – he would do that quite often.  Not me, I needed the softness of pajamas to really relax and sleep.  The blankets on the beds were the old olive-green, itchy, army-type and even with a sheet folded over the top they were still not comfortable.  Wow, did I have a lot of adjusting to do!

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