Love Is In The Blair

Bob Dylan once wrote ... "The times, they are a' changin'."  Ron Burgandy never heard that song.  I wrote, " The teams, they are a' changin'."  The two are very similar, except I never actually wrote my song, and no one has ever heard it, but you could imagine what it'd be like if I did right? Right? At the end of month 3, before leaving Romania we my old team, Mosaic, got the ax.  Some garbage about breaking up monopolies and some anti-trust mumbo jumbo... I don't know I wasn't paying attention. I had feelings about leaving my old team.  I knew I would miss them, but I mean hey this is The World Race... time to suck it up and move on.  Besides, it's not like I'm being thrown into a group of people I hate.  Ahem... Speaking of segways... I now have a pretty awesome team too.  Don't worry Mosaic, you will always hold a special place in my heart, more specifically each of you individually. ______________________...

...FALSE!!!  If you feel misled, and are hurt by it you can feel free to only read the 1st 500 words of this blog (or look at half of a picture... your call.  But if you decide you wanna read more... I suppose I'll welcome the dedication. By now you may know that I'm out of Romania, or maybe you don't.  But either way I am... I'm in Moldova... kinda, but that's for another blog.   I just thought I'd take a few minutes to fill you in, vaguely of course, on the month that was Romania. My team of old, Mosaic, was in Draganesti-Olt  (pronounced DRAHHH GONNE ESH TSSSS!!!) with Monarch (kah kaw), spending our nights nestled in "the mission house," and our days praying, working with children, helping with church logistics, doing garden work, and digging a well.  We also tried our hands at a little "construction," nevermind the fact the wind was a little stronger than one of the walls we built.  Although, to be fair, what tall, one-block-wide wall wo...