Just Enjoying The Journey

The Verdict is in...It's a...

noreply@blogger.com (Sherry) — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 02:16:00 +0000

BOY!!! There was no denying it. I'll scan some pictures soon to verify ;-)
The ultrasound was SOO cool! It was awesome seeing our little baby rolling around and waving his arms and legs. It was such a great appointment! They first measured everything from head to toe before getting to the gender...so much anticipation! But it was great to see that everything was normal and looked perfect, and his little profile was so cute! I can't wait to meet him in about 5 months! Ultrasound pics to come soon!!

1st Movement!!

noreply@blogger.com (Sherry) — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 13:06:00 +0000

This is just a really quick post to document when I first felt the baby move. I still definitely have much more to catch up on, a few more beach trips, a Texas trip to see my family there, and a couple of other events, but those will still have to wait for now.
I just have a minute on here and I don't want to forget when it happened, so here's a quick post to keep the memory.
I am 18 weeks pregnant now, and yesterday as I was sitting at my desk, I had feelings in my stomach like I was nervous, and also kind of like my stomach was gurgling but without making any noises. I had thought I felt a similar thing the night before as I was going to sleep, but I had just eaten some junk food (I know, bad - but it was just a little bit) and I was really tired, so although the thought crossed my mind that I could be feeling the baby, I just brushed it off and went to sleep. Then it wasn't until about 3pm the next day that I felt the same type of feeling while sitting there. This time I was sure it was the baby! It's really cool and weird at the same time to feel it moving a little in there. I have since felt it several more times last night, mostly when I am still. Also it was awake while I was trying to sleep - another very interesting feeling :)
The next big milestone happens on Monday, we find out if it's a boy or girl! I'll keep you posted.

My first recording debut

noreply@blogger.com (Sherry) — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 00:50:00 +0000

Last week a friend of ours, Rob Blackwell, was recording a new album. David has been very interested in the recording process as he has always wanted to have our own studio some day. He went the week before to watch Rob record the very first track and had mentioned to him that if he wanted any female harmonies in any songs that I would be a good choice. What a sweetie, recommending me :-) It turned out that he was looking for female back ground vocals in this one song he wrote for his wife. So David and I went to the studio one night last week to watch him record the vocal track and for me to be available to sing with him if he wanted.
This was my first recording experience, and I learned that it is actually a rather long process. That night he recorded 4 songs, and the very last one was the one he wanted my voice for. By that time it was close to midnight, but I was excited to record the harmonies with him, so it was ok.
It was a fun experience, and one of the coolest things about it is when his album is published, my name will be in the credits! My first taste of fame :-)

- Posted from my iPhone

The Excitement, Disappointment, then Sheer Excitement Again

noreply@blogger.com (Sherry) — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 23:46:00 +0000

This post is long overdue, yet still very timely. I really had planned to write it earlier, but I just haven't had the energy to do so. Most of you already know the big announcement I am finally getting around to making on my blog.
I will be adding another title to my repertoire, and I'm so excited about it! Tomorrow I will be 15 weeks pregnant! With the exception of fighting some cold-like symptoms this week, I feel great! So what I'd like to do now is take you through the journey of the past several months that got me to this point.
I believe it started sometime in May of this year. David and I were beginning to talk more about starting a family in the near future, so we decided to stop all prevention, start the process, and just see what happens. We both had strong feelings that we were very fertile people and that it wouldn't take long for us, but really didn't know for sure since a few of our friends had been trying for a while with no results as of yet. Well, it turned out we were both right about ourselves. The very first time we stopped preventing - not even really "trying", I got pregnant! I had wondered if I did for a couple of weeks. Not too long after we conceived I kept feeling different "symptoms". I would read all about what I thought I was feeling to see if it meant I could be pregnant. Meanwhile I wasn't saying anything to David about it. I wanted it to be a surprise for him. I couldn't wait until I missed my period to find out. I was so anxious! So I bought an early results pregnancy test and tested a couple of days before I was supposed to start. I had so much anticipation about taking the test in the morning that that night I had trouble sleeping and got up multiple times to use the bathroom. I woke up long before my alarm went off and could wait no longer, so I went to the bathroom to secretly take the test. The only problem was I thought I might not have enough urine to make it work properly since I had gone so much in the night. Also it wasn't the "right" kind I thought - you know the strongest, most concentrated morning pee. Anyway, without getting too graphic :), I was able to squeeze out just a little bit and hoped it would be enough. But while waiting for the test results, I kept thinking, "Oh, no! I did it wrong. I didn't have enough, and it's not the right kind! I just know it's not going to work now. I have just wasted this test and now I'm still not going to know!" As I was working myself up over not doing it right, the result showed up.....Pregnant.....I was trying so hard to be quiet, but I nearly hyperventilated! Oh my gosh! I really was pregnant! I wasn't imagining all those symptoms. It was real. I couldn't contain myself any longer. I had waited this long agonizing over am I or am I not? And I hadn't said a word to David. It was all too much. No matter what my original plan was of presenting him with the positive test later in the day, it was all going out the window at that point. So there it was 7am on a Sunday morning and I came creeping back into the room with the positive test in hand. "David?" I loudly whispered, "Are you awake?" Of course he wasn't before I just woke him up, but he said "Yes. What is it?" I proceeded to shakingly, and breathlessly tell him the exciting news with my heart beating 100 mph. I climbed back in bed and just spewed out everything that had been bottled inside me for 45 minutes straight. I think he was dozing off and on during all that because when I was finished, I asked him what he thought or felt, and he said, "I'll be excited later. I just want to go back to sleep now." I said ok and tried to rest too, but I just couldn't. So I just got up and tried to let it all sink in.
Later that afternoon we took a walk and talked about the big change that was about to happen for us. I also explained to him the perfect plan I had to tell our family. We'd wait a couple of weeks, until I was nearly 5 weeks pregnant, and tell them all on Father's day with a Grandfather card. I had found the perfect cards and everything. I was so excited it was going to work out so well. One other thing I was excited about that I had just told David a few days later was that I wouldn't have to have another period for at least 9 months! Little did I know that the next day I would wake up and get mine.
By this time I had told a handful of people that I was pregnant, and I spoke with a couple of my close friends who already have kids about it. One of them told me that with her first baby, she got her period for the first month and that everything was probably fine for me too. I kept trying to believe that, wishing that it would just stop. Her's had been lighter and shorter than normal, but mine continued to be just like normal. I made an appointment to see the Dr. after it was over to be sure that everything was still fine and I was still pregnant, but no matter how positive i tried to be, I just had a bad feeling about it.
Between the time that I started my period to the time I saw the Dr., Father's Day came and went, and along with it went my perfect plans of telling the family with the cute Grandfather cards I had bought. I decided it was best not to say anything until we knew for sure. So in hopes of getting good news at the Dr. I scheduled a dinner with my family. We rarely do this during the week and because of that, I found out later that they expected us to tell them that I was pregnant at this dinner. But that was not to be the news that night. I had just found out earlier that day at the Dr. that I was, in fact, not pregnant anymore, and I must have just had an early miscarriage. I decided against telling my parents about it since I really wanted it to be a happy time when I finally did tell them the good news and not have them worry about me. I knew nothing was wrong with my body and that I would get pregnant again soon, so we just had a nice dinner together without any mention of pregnancy. I later learned that because we didn't give them the news they half expected at that dinner, the next time we planned a dinner to tell them, they were genuinely surprised. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Anyway, we were disappointed, but not too crushed. I don't think we had time to be. It all happened so fast that it really hadn't sunk in all the way I guess. We put it behind us and continued in our marriage as normal, not really "trying" but not preventing either. I reasoned that since I know what it feels like to be pregnant now, I will know when I am again. However this time would prove to be different.
After the very next possible time that we could have gotten pregnant, I felt nothing and told people that I really thought it didn't happen again right away, which is fine. I was sure it would still happen soon. Then came the week that I was supposed to have my period. It never came. I thought that the miscarriage could have possibly messed up my cycle and I researched it online. I went back and counted the number of days in all my cycles over the past 9 months, hoping to see some kind of pattern. Instead of thinking I could be pregnant, I was worried there was something wrong with my cycle. Besides, how could I be pregnant when I didn't feel any of the same symptoms as last time? By the time my period was a week late (which has NEVER happened - I'm so regular), I decided to entertain the idea that I may be pregnant and told David (this time I kept him in the loop about all of it) that I would take a test the next morning. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I probably was pregnant, but I was not nearly as anxious about it this time. I just got up when my alarm went off and calmly took the test. I was half surprised and I had half expected what the result would be. I was pregnant! And having already missed my period put me further along than the last time, so that was good news. I made an appointment to have the blood test done to confirm it, and decided that this time I would wait to tell people. I waited twice as long before telling anyone, but I started taking belly pictures as soon as we found out so I could track the progress. I'll include them in an album at the end of this post so you can see how much I've grown too.
We planned a dinner with my family to tell them when I was 7 weeks. They were so excited, and even though my perfect Father's day card plan didn't work out, it was a great time to tell them. The next weekend we took a beach trip with a bunch of friends and business partners when I was 8 weeks, and I spilled the news to all of them there. I waited until after the first Dr. visit before I posted anything on Facebook though, just to make sure everything was still progressing well. And it is. As I said in the beginning of this post, I have really been feeling good. I didn't really suffer with any morning sickness, and only threw up 3 times in the whole first trimester. The "worst" symptom I guess for me was really fatigue. I was just so tired all the time, and that is my excuse for not writing this sooner. Although, now I am in my second trimester and pretty much over that. We have had two check ups to hear the heartbeat now, and it sounds great! The first time it was 173 bpm, and the second time it sounded about the same, but we got a little bonus - we heard a kick too! I still can't feel anything yet, but I can't wait to start feeling the first little flutters in there very soon. Next month on the 26 of October we have the ultrasound to find out the sex of the baby. I can't wait! We are so excited to know what we are having so we can start planning for his/her arrival.
So that is the story of what's been going on these last few months. There has been a lot more that has happened that I need to catch up on too, but this was the most important to write about first.

Click on the link to the album below to see the belly pics from 4 weeks to 14.

Pregnant Belly Pics

The Fourth, Fireworks, Family and Beach

noreply@blogger.com (Sherry) — Sun, 19 Jul 2009 22:26:00 +0000

David and I went down to the beach for the 4th of July again this year. We arrived late Thursday night and stayed with his dad. The next day, the guys went off to play golf and I headed to the spa for a much needed pedicure (thanks to the generosity of my Mother-in-Law). We ate his dad's famous fried shrimp for dinner and went for a walk on beach.

The next day David and I spent a couple of hours on the beach in the morning, then we all went into Beaufort for lunch and walked along the waterfront. We squeezed in one more hour on the beach that afternoon before heading over to a Fourth of July cookout with David's mom and Everett, and many other people at some friends of theirs house on the harbor. The food, company, and view was great! And I got some good pictures.

After dinner as it got darker, we went across the street to another couple's house for better views of the fireworks over the sound.
We were able to get a few good pictures. Here is one of the best! The next morning, Wimbledon was on , and the guys were engulfed in that ALL day, so that gave me more time to walk, swim and lay out on beach. I had a wonderful time, but realized that I hadn't put on enough sunscreen, and got pretty red in some places. We spent the rest of the afternoon with David's mom before heading home. It was a nice relaxing trip even though I was rather sore and uncomfortable for a few days after. It's strange though, now you can hardly tell I got too much sun a couple of weeks ago, so I've been going to the pool a couple of times here to try to keep some of the tan. Hopefully it's working :-) We have 1 more beach trip as well as a lake trip before the end of the summer, so maybe I can keep the tan....we'll see ;-)

Last Week - Father's Day

noreply@blogger.com (Sherry) — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 00:31:00 +0000

We left Pinehurst fairly early Sunday morning so we could make it back to my parents house for lunch and to celebrate Father's day with my dad. We will be heading to the beach this up coming weekend for a late Father's day celebration with David's dad and of course fireworks on the fourth.
But last weekend we had a delicious lunch and wonderful time hanging out with my family. The guys grilled out steaks and pork while us ladies prepared the rest of the meal inside. After lunch, we had watermelon for dessert - a perfect summertime treat. The we gave Dad his Father's day gift while we had tea. My brother, David and I all went in together on this awesome gift for Dad. I think it was one of the best, if not the best Father's day presents ever. Just look at how happy he is with it!
It was about time for Dad to get a new watch, as he had had his old one for 25 or 30 years! He had been looking for one he liked for a while, and never suspected that he would get one from us for Father's day, so he was very surprised, but very happy too! It's a little hard to see in the picture, but the watch we picked out for him is a two tone Lucien Piccard with tiny diamonds in place of the numbers. He was so eager to wear it that he wouldn't even wait and take it to a jeweler to get the links removed. He fashioned his own "pin remover tool" and worked on resizing it himself that night so he could wear it the next day. I must say, it is a very sharp looking watch. It looks great on him and best of all, he loves it!
We spent the rest of the day listening to a cd my brother's band made and hanging out in the den with golf on in the background so David could watch the US Open. We didn't leave there til after 8pm! But we all had a great time, and enjoyed spending the day with my family.

Weekend in Pinehurst

noreply@blogger.com (Sherry) — Thu, 25 Jun 2009 03:33:00 +0000

Well, it finally happened! We got a date on the calendar to celebrate David's birthday (albiet 2 months late) with a golfing weekend in Pinehurst, staying at Ian & Kathie's (family & friends) house for the weekend. And what a wonderful time we had! We were coming out of a crazy busy week, so it was so nice to just slow down and relax for a couple of days. David got to play golf three times! He was in heaven! :) And we both thoroughly enjoyed hanging out with Ian & Kathie. Just look at the special little touches she added in our room just for us. It was so sweet!They have such a beautiful house in the golfing community of Pinewild (part of Pinehurst). Their house sits just across the street from the number 4 hole of the Pinewild course. We arrived around 3:30 to their house on Friday afternoon, and by 5pm David was out on the course with Ian. Kathie and I took a walk together with their dog, Fairway, and eventually joined back up with the guys to get a few pictures of them on the course before cleaning up and heading out to dinner.We went into the little village of Pinehurst for dinner at the Pine Crest Inn. We spent the rest of the evening dining and chatting over a four course meal, then went back to their house for a late dessert (a special cake Kathie baked for David). We headed off to bed around midnight.

David had to be up bright and early for a 7:45 tee time on the number 8 course in the Pinehurst resort. I enjoyed sleeping in, having a late, light breakfast with Kathie (in her gourmet kitchen with fine china and everything!), and meeting up with guys again for lunch at the country club. We took a few more pictures out there since it was so pretty, then ran by the store to get a few things for the evening cookout.

(Me next to the famous Pinehurst "Putter Boy" Statue)

Even after playing in the 95 degree heat that morning, David and Ian were still up for another (shorter) round of golf on the par 3 course (only 9 holes, not 18). They roped Kathie and me into driving the golf cart so they could walk without having to carry their clubs. We enjoyed driving around the course, looking at the beautiful houses, and chatting, so other than getting bitten by mosquitos, we didn't mind going out there with the guys. Here we are driving the cart with Fairway between us. He was so good. Just sat there the whole time (until he saw a squirrel, then he dragged me to the the tree it scampered up, barking the whole time.)Later that night we grilled out lamb, pork and chicken and sat outside on their beautiful screened in porch enjoying the food, weather, and company. Again we didn't make it to bed til after midnight, and all got up bright and early to have breakfast before they headed off to church and we made our way back home.

It's Ladies Night...

noreply@blogger.com (Sherry) — Tue, 09 Jun 2009 12:30:00 +0000

On Memorial Day Weekend, we had our annual Ladies Leadership Weekend. What a fun weekend!
It started out with a "You're a Star" banquet where we dressed up and walked down the red carpet to our tables for a delicious meal. I'm not going to go into all the details of the night, but it was so much fun to dress up and get together with my girlfriends for a special ladies night out. Here are some pictures of us all dressed up.My good friend, Allanna, came over and styled my hair into a beautiful up-do for the night.A couple of blue-eyed beauties :) (Me and Amanda on the left, and me and Karen on the right)

Here I was being a little silly, posing with the carnation we received as we arrived behind my ear. It looks a little funny there, but you can get a good idea of my whole outfit in this picture.
The next morning I arrived to the hotel bright and early to meet my good friend, Amanda from Michigan, for breakfast before the first session of the conference. It was great to have the time to catch up with her since I hadn't seen her in a few months.

After the morning session we had a special luncheon and a talent show. A few other ladies and I actually had an "act" in the show as well. One of our friends, Shannon, is a really good clogger, so she had choreographed a hip hop dance routine for us to be "back up" dancers while she clogged. It was so much fun to learn the routine and get out there and dance together for the talent show. I know we weren't the greatest "act" in the show, but we did a good job and had lots of fun.

We took a couple hour break to just rest and hang out before the evening session, then had a power packed rest of the conference. A bunch of us ladies then got into comfy clothes and ordered pizza and hung out late into the night. I didn't get home til nearly 2am! But I got to sleep in the next day til nearly 2 in the afternoon! So it was definitely worth it and so much fun!

Belated Birthday Posts

noreply@blogger.com (Sherry) — Mon, 08 Jun 2009 12:00:00 +0000

Well our birthdays were celebrated on time, it's just this post that is belated : )

But I had a such a wonderful birthday a couple of months ago that I just couldn't move on to the present without posting about it. At first I wasn't so sure it would be that good because David was trying to throw me off by saying that this wasn't an important birthday. Since it was my 29th birthday, he said that it wasn't a big one and NEXT year would be the really important one, so for this one he wasn't going to do anything. Well, I wasn't so happy about him saying that. Even though I knew he wasn't serious, I still told him that he should do something because every birthday is a special birthday and it doesn't just have to be the "big" ones.

Since it seemed like he wasn't planning anything, I made sure that we had plans. We were going to go out for breakfast with my family, then go on to a matinee movie, then just hang out and do whatever til dinner, then after dinner we would go see a friend of ours perform at a nearby coffee shop. Or so I thought those were the plans. However, the night before, as we were going to bed, David asked me what time I was planning to get up, then said because you will need time to get ready and pack. "Pack! Pack for what?!?", I excitedly asked him. "You'll see", he said. "Just make sure you have a change of clothes for tomorrow, that's about it." So I went to bed that night excited about where we were going for my birthday after breakfast and the movie.

We met my family at a little Irish pub for a traditional breakfast and I opened presents there. I got a beautiful set of earrings from my brother and the matching necklace from my parents. Then it was time to open David's present. He handed me a big bag and as I pulled the gift out of it, I could not believe that he had given THIS to me!Yes, you did see that correctly. He gave me a bathroom scale for my birthday because I had recently been counting my calories and exercising more and had mentioned numerous times that I'd like to have a scale so I didn't have to go to gym to weigh every time. So he was right in knowing I had wanted one, but NOT for my BIRTHDAY! I was laughing on the outside, but inside I was thinking, "I can't believe THIS is my birthday present!" I kept trying to open it and see what the "real" present was, but that was it, a scale. True he was taking me somewhere as well, but I still wasn't so happy about that present. But, my husband is amazing and knows me so well! He got me the scale as a sort of gag gift (although it has been very useful) to throw me off the real present which he pulled out when he was satisfied with watching my reaction to the scale present. Here was the real present. A beautiful new watch! What a prankster! I love him!
(Aside- not sure why my hair looks so red in the pub pictures. It really wasn't red at all)

From breakfast, David and I went out to a matinee, then on to check in at the special place he had booked for us for the night. I had no idea where he was taking me, and I was so excited to find out. As we headed out of the city, crossed over the highway, and neared the bed and breakfast, I realized where we were staying. A friend of mine had gotten married at this adorable little bed and breakfast just outside town (but felt like way out in the country). The room David had booked for us was actually the same room they had stayed in after their wedding, the honeymoon suite. It was so peaceful and romantic! It rained that afternoon as we were arriving, so we just hung out in the room and took a nice little nap before dinner. We ate at an Italian restaurant that we hadn't been to since we had lived on that side of town, then headed over to the coffee shop. Our good friends, Justin and Allanna joined us for coffee and live music. We stayed until about 10pm, then went back to the bed and breakfast. The lady who owns it was so sweet and friendly. She brought us up cheese and crackers and strawberries and chocolate and drinks for our "midnight snack". We enjoyed the goodies while waiting for the air jet tub to fill up. Then we relaxed in the huge tub with bubble bath and candles. What bliss! Here's me sitting by the tub when we first got there. We slept so well in the soft, comfy bed, and woke up slowly when we were rested. We called downstairs to the B&B owners to tell them we were up and ready for breakfast, and they brought us up a really nice spread with french toast waffles, eggs, bacon, orange juice, etc... It was such a beautiful day, and we sat by this window as we ate and talked. Again I have to say it was so peaceful and such a relaxing, refreshing time together. It was definitely a wonderful birthday!

I'll have to talk about David's birthday (2 weeks after mine) in a later post. But I will mention now, that after he had come up with such a good surprise for me, I wanted to have a nice surprise for him too. So what I did was arrange with some family friends who live near Pinehurst for us to go and stay with them for a weekend so David can play golf and we can go shopping and out to dinner together. And I made him up a little gift certificate entitling him to a golf weekend. The only problem was we only had a tentative date to do it, and as we got closer to that date, we realized that it wouldn't work for all of us. As of right now, we have another tentative date for a couple of weeks from now, and if it works out this time I will definitely write all about it.

Day 13 and 14 - Last moments with family and flying home

noreply@blogger.com (Sherry) — Sun, 07 Jun 2009 12:00:00 +0000

We arrived back "home" to the Gunter's little guest cottage very late that night after our busy day of veiwing the natural wonders of the North Eastern part of South Africa. We knew the next day would be our last and we had a mixture of sadness to leave and a feeling of excitement to get back to familiar surroundings in America. Our last day was spent trying to squeeze in as much time with family as we could. I didn't get any good pictures that day, unfortunately (they all turned out blury :( So I'll just have to write about it instead.
We spent the morning visiting with the Gunters, the afternoon hanging out at Aunt Allison and Jessica's house, and that evening we had dinner with Uncle Warwick (Dad's brother), his new wife, Emmelyn, his two sons, Richard John and Ryan, and Richard's girlfriend, Taryn. It was a full house with the 5 of us and the 5 of them, but they had grilled up enough food to feed an army. We all ate to our heart's content, and there was even food left over! It was a delicious meal and good company. It's too bad we didn't have more time to spend with them.
By the time we got back to the cottage, it was another late night, and we knew we would have to spend the next day packing to fly back. Our flight wasn't until later that afternoon, so we didn't have to rush, which was nice. Most of Mom's side of the family made it to the airport with us to see us off. We said our last goodbyes and we were off to get on the plane for about 18 hours this time. The flight home is always longer than the flight there, and we have to stop to refuel. This time we stopped in the middle of the night in Dakar. Of course they don't let you off the plane, and it's dark outside, so we didn't really see much.
The trip back was not quite as pleasant as the trip there because there was something wrong with the circulation on the plane and it was so hot and stuffy where we were sitting. Also, I don't know what happened this time, but the food was much worse than our first flight. So the combination of all that left me feeling a little air sick this time. The temperature had been a balmy 84 degrees F when we boarded the plane in South Africa, and was a chilling 4 degrees F when we disembarked in Washington DC - a whopping 80 degree difference! But to me it felt wonderful after feeling sick and stuffy on the plane for so long. The cold, crisp air helped me feel much better and I was so glad to get off that plane. Our layover wasn't too long, and soon were were homeward bound. We arrived back just after 10 am on Saturday January 17th, apparently the first coldest day of the year in NC. It was so nice to get back home to our little place even though David had accidentally turned the heat off instead of down, so it was close to 40 degrees inside our house! We immediately put the heat on, climbed into bed and pulled all the covers we could find onto us to stay warm. And that is exactly where I stayed until 4pm that day.
After catching up on some sleep, David and I sorted through our pictures and reminisced about the best trip we have taken together so far. We can't wait to go back again and also take more exciting trips like this one soon.

Day 12 part 2 - The Panorama Route

noreply@blogger.com (Sherry) — Sat, 06 Jun 2009 12:00:00 +0000

Our first stop on the Panorama Route was The Pinnacle and God's Window. In the case of these stops, I believe a picture is worth a thousand words, so here you go.

This is Michael contemplating the large chimney-like rock, known as the Pinnacle.

Here's a great panoramic view from God's Window. They say on a clear day you can see all the way to Mozambique.

This is a great picture of Dad at the top of God's Window.

In this picture, we are all climbing down, heading back to the car where the peaks of the craft huts can be seen in the distance.

From God's Window we drove on to see the unique Bourke's Luck Potholes. The rushing water from the Blyde River created whirlpools that over time formed what is called the Potholes.

Here I am at the source before the potholes are formed below.

In this one you can see the guys on the bridge and the potholes in the right hand corner.

Here's a close up of the potholes.

And this is just a great picture of me and David at the Potholes.

Our last stop on the Panorama Route before heading home was the Blyde River Canyon, the largest green canyon in the world.

This is a great panoramic view of the canyon to be able to get an idea of it's granduer. Of course it is not even a fraction of the size of the Grand Canyon, but does still seem pretty large.
The hut-looking figures on the left are called the Three Rondavals.

Here we are with the Three Rondavals in the background. You can also see the Blyde River far below.

That river runs into this lake on the other side of canyon.
And here are us 2 beauties with the beautiful scenery as our backdrop.
We were able to capture all these pictures just in time before the fog rolled in again. What a blessing to be able to see everything we wanted to see all in one day.

Day 12 part 1 - The Accidental Bribe

noreply@blogger.com (Sherry) — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 12:00:00 +0000

We left Swaziland early the next morning in a thick fog. It didn't help that we were going to have to go up over the mountains to get to the North Eastern part of South Africa. In some places the fog was so thick, we couldn't even see a foot in front of the car, so it was pretty slow going at first.
Once we came out of the fog and neared the border, we were ready to make up some time. We started picking up speed on the South African side of the border, when all of a sudden we noticed blue lights in the rear view mirror. Oh, no! Not again. This time it was a police woman. She nicely explained that we were speeding and with a smile on her face said she was going to have to give us a ticket. We tried to talk our way out of it, but it was obvious that that wasn't going to work this time. She told us that we would have to take the ticket to the police station in the tiny town we were in and pay the fine there. But we were on a time schedule and already behind, so we asked if we could just pay it in Johannesburg. The police woman told us that it had to be paid there in the town where the ticket was written, and either we could take it up there or she could take it for us. At this point all of us realized, from previous stories about the corruption with law enforcement in this country, that this police woman was asking for a bribe - All of us except Mom, that is. So without knowing it, Mom asked the cop if we could just pay her (a clear bribe). The police woman of course obliged and made up some story about how she will write 2 copies of the ticket and staple the money to the copy she will take to the police station, and she will keep the other copy. It was all a lie of course, because she never gave us a copy! But Mom didn't see it that way at the time. She had just taken over the negotiation to help us get back on the road faster. Once we were back on the road, we explained to her what she had just done and she was horrified. She had just been saying earlier how terrible it was that people gave bribes to policemen and here she was doing it herself! It was actually quite a hilarious situation and we laughed about it for a while on the way to our first stop on the Panorama Route.

Day 11 - The Near Kidnapping on our last day in Swaziland

noreply@blogger.com (Sherry) — Thu, 04 Jun 2009 12:00:00 +0000

On our last day in Swaziland, there was one more nearby place we wanted to see - the Mantenga Falls. Now these falls weren't really anything spectacular, but we did want a little bit of a hike before the long car ride we knew we would have the following day, so we thought a hike to a waterfall would be nice. Little did we know that we had to check into the visitors center and then PAY to see the little waterfall. But we really wanted the exercise and view of the falls, so we paid and drove to where they told us to park. We got out and followed the signs down a little gravel hill. But as soon as we turned the corner, we saw the falls right there in front of us. Here are some of the pictures we took of the falls from that view.It was pretty, but we were a little disappointed that we didn't have more of a hike to get there. So we decided we would find our own way to the top of the waterfall for a longer hike and a better viewing angle. There wasn't anywhere to go from the base of the falls, so we walked back up to the car to see if there was maybe a different path. The only other path we saw was a dirt road with a stick across the entrance saying "Do Not Enter". We knew that the sign probably meant what it said for cars and pedestrians. However, we rationalized that it was really only for cars, and if we happened to see anyone who questioned us about what we were doing there, that's what we would tell them. We walked up the road for a couple of minutes seeing no sign of anyone for a while. Then all of a sudden a truck with a few men in it slowly drove up to us and a uniformed guard with a huge machete walked behind it. The truck stopped and the men asked us what we were doing. We innocently said we were trying to find the top of the waterfall and thought it was up this way. The men said it was not up this road and told us that they had been harvesting gum trees up there. They then proceeded to talk to the guard in some African language, and then back to us in English. Pointing to the guard, they said, "We will give this man to you. He will take you to the falls." And they drove off, leaving us with this old African man in uniform with a large machete who spoke no English.
He marched off into the woods and motioned for us to follow him. We all followed silently in a single file line with all kinds of scenes out of movies racing through our heads. My thoughts were, "Oh, great! This man leads us into the woods in the middle of nowhere, Africa, then begins to speak broken English to say, 'We kill you now'. And proceeds to slaughter us with the machete!" I know, sometimes I have too vivid an imagination. Luckily none of the nightmare scenes came to pass, and the guard simply did take us to the top of the falls. We learned then why the road had been closed to this view point. Apparently with the rain they had had, and the very poorly constructed guard rail, there had been accidents of people slipping under the guard rail and getting hurt, so they just closed the access. We definitely took advantage of this forbidden view, taking lots of pictures.

Once we were satisfied, the guard practically took off back through the woods leaving us trailing far behind. But we knew the way back at that point, so we were fine to get back to our car. However, on the way back, we saw this eerie view of Execution Rock to add to the experience. A quick aside, we were told that this is the mountain that was used as punishment for those convicted of a terrible crime. The convict was made to march up to the top of the rock and jump off to their death. So that is how the mountain got it's name.
On the way back to the house for the last time, we all reflected on and talked about the near possible kidnapping experience we had just had. What a way to end our time in Swaziland!

Day 10 - The glass factory and oldest mine in the world

noreply@blogger.com (Sherry) — Wed, 03 Jun 2009 12:00:00 +0000

Another craft, besides the candles, batiks, and woven mats that Swaziland is famous for is it's hand blown glassware made from recycled glass. We got to see first hand the people heating, blowing, and shaping the glass as well as the finished product at the Ngwenya Glass Factory.

Here is just a sampling of some of the beautiful glassware we saw there.

After touring the glass factory, we went on up the road to the top of what they say is the oldest registered mine in the world, the Ngwenya Mine, meaning crocodile because the ridges in the side of the mountain look like those of a crocodile. You can really see that in this picture on the right.

We didn't take the time or spend the money to take a full tour through the mine, we just wanted to see it from the top to be able to say we stood on top of the oldest mine in the world :)

And here we all are on top of the mine.

By the time we left the mine, we were getting really hungry, and couldn't think of anywhere to eat. But David remembered a restaurant recommendation from his golfing partner for what he said was the best pizza in Swaziland. At this point in our trip, pizza sounded like a wonderful choice, so we went to this restaurant for brick oven pizza!Doesn't it look fancy? It was so pretty, and was actually some of the best pizza I've had!
Later that evening we took a tally of all the souvenirs we had purchased so that the next day, our last day in Swaziland, we could plan to go back to some of the craft areas to pick up some last minute curious.

Day 9 - The mini "Car Safari"

noreply@blogger.com (Sherry) — Tue, 02 Jun 2009 12:00:00 +0000

After relaxing all the day before, the rest of us were ready to get out and do something. But since it had been raining and was still a little misty, we couldn't really do too much outside. So Grandpa and Ann suggested we go up the road to Mlilwane, a smaller game park, and drive around in our car for a couple of hours to see if we could see anything different there than we saw at Mkhaya. Several of the animals we saw were the same, but we did actually get to see a few different animals that we hadn't seen on the previous safari. For instance, we didn't see warthogs at Mlilwane like we had seen at Mkhaya, but we saw bush pigs instead. Here are some pictures to show the difference. The warthogs are on the left and the bush pigs on the right.

Also this time we saw monkeys and even a mangy looking ostrich. It was pretty funny seeing the ostrich, since I had the camera, but David was sitting by the window that the ugly bird was walking towards. David kept trying to put up the window, but with the drops of water on the glass, I couldn't get a good picture of the ostrich. So I was yelling to David to roll the window down and he was yelling back that I was not the one that was sitting by the window and going to get pecked. I retorted that it's not going to peck him and that I needed it down for a good picture. Well that big bird walked right up to the window in the mist of our friendly little argument and instead of sticking it's head through the window to peck anyone, it just opened up it's nasty-looking wing, bent it's neck all the way around, and began pulling at the mangy feathers with it's beak. Gross! I don't think I've ever seen a nastier-looking ostrich. View these next pictures at your own discretion.

Ok so I can't end this post with that! So here are a few more nicer looking pictures of the Mlilwane safari to end on a better note :)

Day 8 - Back in the Valley

noreply@blogger.com (Sherry) — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 12:00:00 +0000

After two full safari days, we were glad to be back in the much cooler Ezulwini Valley in a fully enclosed house with fans! The only thing on the agenda for all of us that day was dinner at a little hotel called, Mountain Inn, on top of the mountain where we could enjoy gorgeous panoramic views of the valley. (Pictures from there at the end of this post).

Most of us welcomed a day to relax and do nothing. David, however, had plans of his own. When the guys had gone to book our safari a few days earlier, David had made plans with the booking guide to meet up for golf when we got back. Before we left for the trip he had told me that he just couldn't go to another country and NOT play golf, so this Saturday just happened to be the best day for him to do that. Now, I won't go into all the details of David's Swazi golfing experience since he has already done such a fine job of recounting it himself of his golf blog.

So I'll let you read his blog to hear about golf, and I'll just leave you with some pictures from the Mountain Inn. I would also encourage you to take a look at their website for even more great pictures.

Day 6 & 7 - African Safari!

noreply@blogger.com (Sherry) — Sun, 31 May 2009 12:00:00 +0000

We were all very excited as we loaded up the car for the couple hour drive to basically the middle of nowhere Swaziland to meet our personal guide who would take us another 45 minutes from where we parked our car to the camp that we would call home for the next 2 days.
The private game park was called Mkhaya and had all but the carnivorous predators. But since it wasn't as large as the Kruger National Park, we were pretty much guaranteed to see lots of animals up close and personal - which was really cool. Our guide, Patrick, was the oldest (meaning he had been there the longest) of all the guides and very knowledgeable. He took us out on 3 game drives while we were there - one the 1st afternoon we arrived, one very early the next morning as the sun was coming up and the last one around noon before we left. This was our safari-mobile.And here is just a sampling of what we saw while on safari.

The camp we stayed at was supposed to be a luxury camp since it did have running water, but to me it was VERY rustic as it had no electricity. Here is our little open air hut we stayed in for the night, the bed we slept in, and some other areas of the camp.

I think that the stay would have been made more pleasant had it not been over 100 degrees F. Honestly, I have never been so hot in my life, and I have been in some really hot places before. But, literally, it was so hot that I couldn't wear make up because it would just drip off my face, and the only way to stay cool was to take a shower, but as soon as we got out and the water dried, we'd start sweating again. I don't think we slept too well either because under the mosquito net it was VERY hot and also just being out in the wild with HUGE bugs and hearing animals, knowing all we had to keep them out was a little gate.

It would really be impossible to recount our entire time on safari, so I will just hit the highlights.
After arriving at our little hut, we showered (to cool off again) and joined a few of the other groups for a gourmet dinner by candlelight (because of no electricity). We had first class service and a 4 course meal, with kudu (a type of antelope) stew as the main course. It was delicious. After dinner we all sat around the campfire to watch the native Swazis perform authentic African dances and songs.By the time we were ready to go to bed, we had to take another shower, but this time we discovered that we weren't alone in the shower. A little black scorpion had decided to take up residence in our shower for the night. David refused to shower while the scorpion was in there, but I was just too hot not to. So I had David shine a flashlight on it to make sure it didn't move while I showered, then he was brave enough to have me do the same while he showered. Luckily it didn't move. When we were finally ready for bed, we discovered that instead of keeping bugs out, our mosquito net had trapped some in! We must have looked like such silly city-folk trying to get the bugs out, because neither of us were going to sleep with them inside. Finally we devised a plan that consisted of me lifting up the net for David to crawl under with a glass and a piece of paper to trap the HUGE moth. After he got the biggest one out, I had him go back in and get the other couple of little ones as well. After slathering ourselves with insect repellent, we did our best to get some rest before rising early for our game drive and then breakfast.

By this time we had already seen rhino, hippo, elephants, giraffe, zebra, warthogs, water buffalo, wildebeest, and various types of antelope. We even got out of the jeep and walked up to (several yards away) a mother rhino and her calf! We had seen practically everything there was to see except a crocodile. Before our last game drive, I had seen a girl from another group in the bathroom who told me that their guide had taken them right up to a crocodile. As we were embarking on our last drive, I asked our guide if he thought we would see one, and he said, "maybe, uh, probably not." Then I mentioned to him that the other group's guide had taken them right up to one, and that did it. Our guide would not be outdone. Without saying a word, he took us off the beaten path and all of a sudden just stopped the jeep and told us to wait there as he disappeared down a hill into the woods. About 5 minutes later he returned saying he had found one and to follow him. We still weren't sure what we were going to see this time, but he led us right up to this!
Yes, that is a huge crocodile, and that is the guide's shirt on the left, so you can see how close we were to it. Well, since the huge reptile wasn't doing anything, our guide proceeded to throw rocks at it to get it to move. About this time, we were all contemplating how quickly we could get back to the vehicle and if we would be able to find our way back to camp if our guide was eaten by the crocodile. Luckily, we didn't have to act on any of those mental plans since it never even flinched with the rocks pelting it. So we just turned around and headed back to the jeep. But although we didn't see it, we HAD disturbed the crocodile, and from the safety of the jeep, this is what we saw coming up the hill in right in front of us!He HAD been following us! Wow! What a close call! After that, we were ready to be done with the safari and pack up for the 45 minute jeep ride back to our car. Again I will mention that on that jeep ride, I have NEVER been SO HOT in my life! I could literally feel the sun burning and blistering my skin. But even with the tremendous heat, huge bugs, and close call with animals, I can still honestly say that it was worth every minute of it for the experience, and I'm so glad we did it.

Day 5 - Candles and Crafts

noreply@blogger.com (Sherry) — Sat, 30 May 2009 12:00:00 +0000

The first day we arrived in Swaziland, the guys took off to see about booking a safari for us, while Mom and I stayed and unpacked and visited with Ann. The men came back later with the good news that they were successful in booking a two day safari for us and that we would leave in two days. We knew we were going to need to bring back some authentic, handmade African souvenirs for lots of people, so the next day we went up to a place called the Candle factory where they sold hand made candles and lots of other crafts too.
The candles were amazing! The women would shape and form the wax into figures of animals and all kinds of other things. Some of them used brightly colored and patterned wax and some were just plain looking, but they were all so well done. Here are a couple of pictures of the beautiful candles.We also looked around the craft market where vendors were not only selling but still making their crafts. In this picture, this man is hand-painting a giraffe he carved, and in the back ground you can see some of the batiks (material that has gone through an extensive dying process) as well as a few other craft tables behind him.After "shopping" out in the African heat, we had to stop and get a drink at this cute little cafe. You can also see one of their other famous crafts on the tables - hand woven mats. We actually did come home with candles, giraffes, batiks, mats, and other crafts as well.

That night we packed again, but this time for 2 days only, heading to the lowveld for our REAL safari!

Day 4 - Arriving in the Kingdom of Swaziland

noreply@blogger.com (Sherry) — Fri, 29 May 2009 12:00:00 +0000

We left bright and early to follow Grandpa to his new house a few hours away in the kingdom of Swaziland. That was all of our first time traveling to what Grandpa calls the "Switzerland of Africa". It was a rather uneventful trip other than the gorgeous scenery along the way, and the beautiful views from Grandpa and Ann's (his fiancee) community in the Ezulwini Valley, just outside Mbabane, the capital of Swaziland. Here are some of the pictures that I just love!

Before I move on with the adventures of the next day, I just want to mention a little bit about how the kingdom of Swaziland, the only kingdom in Africa, is ruled. First of all since it is a kingdom, it is ruled by a King and Queen. However, the the King and Queen are son and mother not husband and wife. The current king is allowed to choose a different wife every year, but the new wife must be of a different tribe than the king. The new king is then chosen by the tribal council from one of his wives who had an only son. That way there is no sibling rivalry, and the king is from a different tribe each time. The current King and Queen have multiple residences in the country. The one that we passed had a rock carving at the entrance with a lion to represent the King and a she elephant to represent the Queen.

Day 3 - Jo-burg Tourists

noreply@blogger.com (Sherry) — Thu, 28 May 2009 12:00:00 +0000

The next day we slept in a little and just enjoyed being on vacation with no real agenda that day. About mid-morning we decided that it would be a good day to go into downtown Johannesburg and be tourists for the day. My parent's didn't really care to go this time, so it was just us cousins and my Uncle William who took us. We ate outside at this little cafe overlooking a large square near the museum. Everything about being in that location reminded me of Mexico for some reason - the climate, the trees, the architecture, the big square (like the Mexican Zocalos). Here are a couple of pictures to show what I mean.

As we walked back to the car, Uncle William pointed out the DeBeers Diamond Building and explained to us that they have a monopoly on all the diamonds in world and diamonds are not as rare as we think they are. They have thousands of tons of diamonds in vaults there that they only release a certain number of a year. Also they own the entire west coast of Africa called the skeleton coast and they have guards posted there to keep people from collecting all the diamonds that scatter the beaches. That was very interesting to learn.
As we drove through the real downtown Jo-burg, I was starting to feel a need to be more cautious and I was really glad we had Uncle William with us. I would say that that was the most "unsafe" I felt on the whole trip. It felt a little bit like we were driving through the Bronx. We didn't stay downtown too long, and we never got out to walk on the streets (we would have stood out like a sore thumb if we had). Instead we parked in a parking garage and went up to the 50th floor of what used to be the tallest building in Africa, The Carlton Center. It had windows all the way around and you could see the whole city from every angle. It's a pretty big city - about the size of Chicago.On our way back home, Uncle William drove us past an even poorer area so we could see the contrast of lifestyles. This is a squatter camp. It is formed of little shacks thrown together with no electricity, running water or trash pickup. You would think that the people who live there have no work and are dirt poor, but that is not always the case. Some people were arriving home in suits heading back from their "white collar" jobs, but this is all they have known, so they are quite content to live this way. Seeing this area made us realize even more the large gap between upper and lower class in this country.

That evening after dinner we packed up our things, getting ready to leave that country and spend the week in Swaziland.

Day 2 - Lions and Tigers and - oh wait, no just lions...

noreply@blogger.com (Sherry) — Wed, 27 May 2009 12:00:00 +0000

The next day, Sunday morning, we went with my Aunt and Uncle to their church that they pastor. Since my dad and brother are so musically talented and since I sing, they both alternated playing electric guitar and bass, and I sang with some of the other women in a little choir. We had had a quick practice the night before to learn the songs, but were able to pick up on most of them pretty quickly, even some of the ones in Zulu. After church we all went out to an old classic little restaurant in Benoni, called Peoples. On the back wall of the restaurant, they have a mural of all the famous people that came from Benoni. If you look closely in the picture below, you can see the actress, Charlize Theron (second from the left on the bottom row in the mural). After lunch, we drove just a little ways out of town to the Lion Park. I had remembered going there many years ago and holding baby lion cubs, so I was excited to bring David this time and do that again. This time, the cubs were a little larger so we couldn't really hold them, but we did get a chance to go in and pet them. This one, that Jessica and I are petting, was so sweet! It just purred loudly and kept licking my hand.
One quick funny story about going into the lion cub cage...While we were waiting in line a bratty little Indian boy (about 4 years old maybe) was pitching a fit, screaming and trying to get in the gate where the lion cubs were. His little sister (probably about 12 years old) was nicely trying to restrain him. But he was just getting madder and louder and was starting to annoy the people (including us) standing in line - to the point where we were all muttering under our breath, "Just let him in if he wants to get in that badly". Finally it was our turn and we didn't pay that little boy any more attention until afterwards. As we were leaving, they were just getting a chance to go in. As soon as the little boy walked up to one of the lion cubs, it jumped on him and knocked him down. You could almost hear the quiet cheering of everyone who had been subject to his little temper tantrum earlier saying, "Yeah! Serves you right! You got what you deserved for being such a brat!" It was actually quite funny that everyone was happy he got "attacked" by the lion.

Anyway, moving on, we got in our car drove slowly around the rest of the lion park, taking pictures out the windows frequently. Here are a few of the best ones we got.On our way home from the Lion park we went to a "Vegas Style" casino with shops and restaurants etc... to meet my cousin, Michelle, and her husband, Richard, and 2 kids (who I had never met before) Rebecca and Noah. Unfortunately none of the pictures I took in there came out well, so I don't have any to show. But the place was really cool. Inside, the ceiling was painted like the sky and lit up. Plus the front of the shops looked like the outside of shops and streets in old world Italy. There were also live trees, lamp posts, fountains, and a stream that ran through the inside of this place. We ate at a nice italian restaurant there and had a wonderful time catching up with family. My dad also had arranged to meet an old friend of his who he hadn't seen in over 40 years, so he enjoyed catching up over dinner as well.
We went to bed that night knowing we would have one last day in Johannesburg before heading over to Swaziland for a week.

I'm Back! - Believe it or not

noreply@blogger.com (Sherry) — Tue, 26 May 2009 12:00:00 +0000

Well actually I never really went anywhere physically, but I just took a little sabbatical from my blog. No real reason other than I was just overwhelmed with the number of posts that I knew I needed to catch up on from our trip at the beginning of the year. But I'm not going to apologize this time or feel bad about leaving you all (however few it may be) hanging for nearly 3 months now. I am just going to jump right back into the South Africa trip recount and finish it all in 1 sitting so it's done. But I won't overwhelm you with one REALLY LONG post, so I will break it up by the days I have left and schedule blogger to post one each day. Then I will be caught up to the present and be able to post things as they occur at my leisure. So here goes...

Our 1st Full Day - The Near Imprisonment

noreply@blogger.com (Sherry) — Tue, 03 Mar 2009 18:22:00 +0000

On January 3rd 2009 the day started out nicely. We woke up early because in South Africa the sun comes up BEFORE 6am in the summer! We ate breakfast and discussed our plans for the day. It was supposed to be a pretty low key day, or so we thought! We took the morning to get settled into the little cottage, and decided to head to the mall for lunch. We actually ate in their version of an "American restaurant" called Spur. The food was decent, and after a nice meal, we decided that my mom would go back to the house with her older sister, Susan, and her younger sister, Allison, would join them there. Meanwhile my dad, my brother, David, and I would head over to the Flea Market to see if we could find David and Michael some "safari hats".

The Flea Market was busy and full of all kinds of different merchandise, some hand-made, really cool African items, and some completely useless junk, but no hats that either of the guys could agree upon. So we just bought a few authentically African gifts for a couple of people and headed back the house.

Now, here I should note that my dad was driving, and although they drive on the left side of the road in South Africa, he has a lot of experience with driving over there and is a very good driver. However, he had been given some rather inaccurate information regarding one of the traffic rules from a very well meaning person. You see, here in America, when you stop at a red light and you are turning right, if nothing is coming, you are allowed to turn. We knew that rule was not so in South Africa the last time we were there, but that was 7 years ago, and rules can change. So since someone had told my dad that that particular rule HAD changed, he believed them and didn't think twice about turning left on red.

There we all were in the little Toyota Avanza rental car, my dad driving, my brother in the passenger seat, and me and David in the back. We were only about 2 turns from the house when all of a sudden we saw blue lights in the rear view mirror. So we pulled over and an older policeman came over to our car. We knew we hadn't been speeding, and we had just gone through a couple of lights that were definitely green, so we really had no idea why he was stopping us. My dad smiled at the officer and was met with a very harsh, very Afrikaans sounding question, "Why did you not stop at that rrred light?" (said with a rolled "r") A little taken a back by his tone and question, my dad said, "Oh, did I go through a red light? I..." The policeman angrily cut him off and started waving his finger in my dad's face saying, "That answer makes me verrry crrross, because you KNOW you did!" My dad proceeded to explain that he really didn't know he had done anything wrong, all the while apologizing for any traffic violation he may have committed, but the cranky old man would not even listen. While he told us that it was unacceptable to turn left on a red light, his "side-kick", the younger officer, came over as well. The older one asked for Dad's license and registration, and my dad handed him the little white booklet that served as his international driver's license. The older officer turned to the younger and disdainfully sneered, "Look, they're American!" He asked Dad again why he went through the red light, and this time, my dad profusely apologized saying that he did not know that here it was illegal to turn left on red because in America you can turn right on red. The old man was getting increasingly angrier and was nearly yelling now, asking Dad where he got the license and telling him how it was practically useless. Holding the little white booklet between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and starting to make a ripping motion, he said in a VERY thick Afrikaans accent now, "Well if you don't know the RRRules of the RRRoad, then this is no good!" and nearly ripped the international driver's license in half!

It was at this point that David and I both started praying under our breath in the back seat. The officer stopped before tearing the license and asked my dad for his passport which he unfortunately didn't have with him. Dad explained that he had thought it safest to leave with his luggage at the house. Oh, that made the older policeman really mad, and he just said very matter-of-factly, "Then I'm going to have to arrest you. You must have your passport with you at all times, and since you do not have your passport, then I have to arrest you right now." Now we were all getting really scared, and David and I were praying even more fervently in the backseat. Here it was our first full day here, and Dad was going to be thrown in jail!
The policeman proceeded to ask us an absurd question about what happens in America when a foreigner is found without his passport. We all said we didn't know, so the officer said, "I'll tell you what happens. They get thrown in jail and deported immediately!" We knew that wasn't right and thought it really odd that he would tell us that, but we were not in the place to argue. Instead Dad pleaded with the man saying that we were here on holiday and he really did have his passport. It was just around the corner, literally, at the Gunter's house, and if he could just get over there, he would show him. The older policeman began quietly discussing the situation with the younger, much nicer policeman. After what seemed like an eternity, the the older one said, "Ok, if you are really staying just around the corner, we will follow you so you can go and get your passport." Whew! Somehow, God intervened there and we were saved for the moment - at least from jail!
Once we pulled in at the Gunter's, I told my brother to run inside and get Uncle William, who is a pastor and a very good negotiator. My dad went in to get his passport, and David and I stayed outside to explain to the cops that we had just arrived yesterday and had a lovely two week holiday planned, while the rest of the family come outside. Once the policemen saw Dad's passport and realized that we really were staying with Pastor Gunter, they relaxed considerably. A little smooth talking with Uncle William, and they were all smiling and laughing. Dad didn't get thrown in prison and we didn't even get a ticket for "running" the red light! The older policeman was like a totally different person! He just smiled and said, "Enjoy your holiday, and remember to keep your passport with you."
Wow! What a crazy rush of adrenaline and excitement on the first full day!

Arriving in South Africa

noreply@blogger.com (Sherry) — Sun, 01 Mar 2009 00:50:00 +0000

As promised, here is the 1st post to begin the recount of our recent trip to Southern Africa. Before I forget too much about when and what happened, I will just start at the beginning now and try to get through the entire trip by the end of this upcoming month.

After the little escapade of locking myself in the airplane bathroom on the flight from Greensboro to DC, the next flight was a lot more uneventful. Although it was a very looong flight (16 hours) it was actually rather pleasant. We were not expecting all the technological updates that had been made since the last time we took that trip 7 years ago. The last time I was on that flight was actually on my own after college. I had to bring lots of things to keep myself entertained since they only showed two movies on the whole flight, and if you happened to be sleeping during the time they showed them, then you just missed out. However, this time, the entertainment was on demand on a touch screen in the back of the seat in front of you, and they not only had a large selection of recent movies, but they also had TV shows, and even games that you could play using a hand held controller that pops out of the armrest. So we were definitely entertained on that flight.
Since we knew that when we arrived, we would only have a few days with our family in South Africa before leaving for Swaziland, we had purchased some homeopathic pills called "No Jet Lag" to take during the flight so that we would be able to visit with everybody as soon as we got there without the hindering effects of jet lag. Amazingly on the way there the pills worked great!

We arrived in Johannesburg mid afternoon on January 2nd, and met most of our family there at the airport. We piled oursleves and all of our luggage into their cars and headed to my Uncle Willam and Aunt Susan's place. They live in a little town just outside of Johannesburg, and had just recently built a little cottage in their yard for guests. This was to be our abode for the next few days. It was really cute and had everything we would need - A living room, dining room, kitchen, 2 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. That first night there we just sat around the cottage and visited with family. It was so great to see everyone again and catch up. We all got a great night's sleep to prepare for the very eventful next day...

We're still here

noreply@blogger.com (Sherry) — Wed, 25 Feb 2009 14:23:00 +0000

I will have to start this post off with a big apology to those who were eagerly awaiting a thorough recount of our recent trip. Over the past month I have had many different post ideas rolling around in my head, and it has just seemed like a daunting task to sort through pictures again to add to the posts. Plus it just seems like ever since we got back, we have just hit the ground running and we have literally had so much going on that when we did have a little down time, I just couldn't justify using it to blog, as there were so many other things that needed my attention too. And since we only have 1 computer (we really need to get a laptop...hint...hint :) that David has been using a lot lately to be very productive (so I'm not at all complaining), I just haven't been able to devote the time I know it will take to get any blog posts together.

Ok, all excuses aside, I just wanted to let you all (however few of you that is now) know that we are still here and doing fine. With that being said, my intention over this next weekend is to spend some time on this blog and at least get 1 post written to kick off the Southern African Stories. David will be out of town on Saturday, so that should give me ample time to work on it. So now you have my word. I can't promise there will be pictures, but I do promise I will write a post this weekend, so stay tuned...