When I was living in Portugal I had some things happen that weren’t necessarily bad … but they weren’t something I would write home about … especially to my mother. I thought it might be fun to share some of those experiences with you in hopes that it will lure some good stories out of you guys. You can even email pictures for me to put up if you want. So sit back … relax … read some stories … and please don’t tell my mother.
Don’t Talk To Strangers!
While in Portugal my teammates and I were given several opportunities to travel. Marci and I decided to go to Paris. I had actually been there a few months before with my parents so I was somewhat familiar with some of the more touristy areas. So we felt pretty confident about being able to find our way around. I mean come on, it’s Paris, how hard can it be.
So we get there and are trying to find the hostel we are going to stay in. My memory is fuzzy about how exactly we ended up in the area of Paris that we were in, but we did … you know, the part of Paris you are in when you realize you are completely lost.
Somehow we started talking to a guy trying to get some directions to get to the hostel. We had all of our luggage and he was telling us to walk down this road, and then walk down this road, and so on. I think he finally felt sorry for us having to haul all this luggage around … he offered to take us. Call it culture shock, call it desperation, call it stupidity. Whatever it’s called … yes we got in the car with him, and yes we lived to tell about it.
Thankfully he was a good guy and he simply took us to the hostel and dropped us off. I think back about that and just wonder what my mother would say if she knew what I had done.
I definitely don’t want to tell her about the time in Switzerland when we slept on the ground on the side of the highway. We awoke to some ambulance drivers that must have thought we were dead. We almost were when they woke us up … that may be the most scared I’ve ever been.
Waves Are Meant To Be Seen Not Touched
Jon, Alex, (whoever took this picture), and I all went to Boca de Inferno (Mouth of Hell). We had been in Portugal less than a month, and had gone to do some sightseeing. We were walking around looking at God’s amazing creation. The beautiful water, waves and rocks just fascinated me. I’m not sure at what point we made this decision, but we climbed down onto some rocks that were pretty close to the water. We spotted a ledge that had enough room to walk on if you held on tight enough. We decided to walk on that ledge. I’m still not sure what possessed us to do this, but as we were climbing out onto this ledge we noticed some waves coming in. They kind-of hit us when they splashed against the wall. We got a little thrill, but were beginning to think this wasn’t such a good idea. Suddenly a huge wave came toward us … all we could do was hold on. I remember my feet coming up beside me almost even with my head. As soon as the wave went away we shimmied as fast as we could back to the safety of the big rocks. We lay down, caught our breath, and began to realize we could have died. I think that’s when we decided to climb out a little ways and snap this picture.
Oh to be young and _____ a. stupid b. naïve c. risky d. insane
If You Witness a Robbery … Call the Police … Do Not Chase the Perp
We were minding our own business down town one day … kicking back and having some coffee. A lady comes running up to some of the guys and tells them that a guy just slammed his head through this car window and stole something out of the front seat. Yes … he used his own head to break the window! Francis and someone else took off after him. I don’t think they caught him, but they sure scared him I’m sure. We weren’t exactly positive what Portuguese procedures were so we sat by the car and waited for the owner to come back so we could tell them what happened.
We decided to take some pictures while we waited so we could show the future AIMers how much fun it was to be a missionary.
Share some of your stories with us. If your mom is anything like mine … she is still using dial up and she has no idea what a blog is. You and your stories are always safe on BASE.
***No names have been changed to protect the innocent. Any omissions were due to faulty memory, not an attempt to conceal someone’s identity or involvement. 😀