Hitch Hiking to Church

It's day three since I've returned to Botswana. Leaving Oahu was a potluck dinner of emotions. Nevertheless, as God would have it, the past few days have been surprisingly "good" and a uncannily "normal" feeling.

It's a early chilly smooth Sunday morning. I spent last night at my Peace Corps friends house, which is about an hour outside the capital city. After standing on the side of the road waving my hand to flag down a car for a mere 20 minutes (yup, people hitch hike here all the time) I'm now currently sitting in the back seat of a car, warm and ready, typing out this blog on my smartphone.

In the car with me are two Batswana, and one Zimbabwean dude. We're all on our way to the city for our own various reasons, yet still together, in the car listening to the African gospel music blast out of the car owners speakers. The driver said he's going to church, the Zimbabwean dude is visiting a friend, the lady sitting to my left is going to her security patrol job, and I'm going to visit a church I went to six months ago. 

I'm excited to be worshiping alongside my African brothers and sisters again.