Did you miss us? Well good……….cause we’re back for one last, long post.

We finally have arrived home and are anxious to give you the readers digest version of the last several days of our incredible adventure.

One the most breathtaking places for all of us was the incredible city of Ephesus. It is simply beyond comprehension what still remains to this day. To know that the Apostle Paul walked those very streets was unbelievable!

One of the funniest things on the entire trip were our “W.C.” experiences. WC being “water closet” aka bathroom, toilet, potty. The faces on some of the women were hysterical when they realized what the facilities actually looked like. But none wanted those expressions “blogged.” The men, on the other hand, were quite content to let me post this photo of them taking “a little break” in a WC in the ancient city of Ephesus.

On our way out of this historic city, Marsh, Steve Taylor, Dick, Rob, Steve Eaststep and I stood in the massive ampitheatre where Paul defended the faith, and we began to sing the old hymn, “I sing the mighty power of God that made the mountains rise” . We stood in amazement as that sound echoed throughout that structure and back again. There are some things one never forgets. This will be one of them.

This was the very doorway they hustled Paul out when the crowd turned against him. It was on to the sea for both him and us.

We boarded our ship and set sail for the islands of Patmos, Rhodes, Crete and Santorini. Many people have asked us about our time on the ship. Let me just say this, we all experienced exactly what the Apostle Paul meant when he said, “the winds blew contrary.” Unlike Paul we were more than grateful to find our way to shore on something more than a water logged board.

Our last island Santorini bears a story worth telling. Well, at least Pastor Marshall thinks it bears telling. Most of the group, (those with a high I.Q.) took the recommended cable car to the top of the island. Dick, Marshall and Steve Taylor decided to climb the 585 stairs to get to the top.

I, on the other hand decided we needed a little more blog material, so I, (the one with almost no I.Q.) jumped on the back of a burro, aka; donkey, mule, beast of burden or jackass (which believe me is the most appropriate description!!!.) All was going well, until out of no- where, a torrential rainstorm blew in over the island, my JA decided he wasn’t going to work in the rain, which left me and a poor guy from Iowa stranded in the hurricane with our guides running for shelter killing themselves laughing (in Greek). Unbelievable!!!