During my training in FBT, I experienced some challenges (like walking). To get to my host family’s house, I had to walk through this huge corn field. Now there was a small path with a pretty decent size hill on it. Most of the time I was able to walk up and down the hill (slowly) without much incidence, but there is one time I was not so lucky. I was on my way back to the house (in the dark) with my lantern in hand and my backpack (heavy as 17in. laptop with all the fixings, baby wipes, 1st aid kit, notebook . . .) on my back. Now when returning, I go down the hill which is normally better than going up. This time, I slide down the hill like a surfer catching a wave or a skateboarder sliding down a rail. It was sooo scary because I just knew I was going to fall. By the grace of God, I managed not to fall, but I had shoes covered in mud.

Later on that week, we visited a coffee farm that had rows of coffee plants as far as the eye could see. It was so beautiful. I loved it until I found out we had to hike up to the top of the coffee farm. I’m not quite sure how many kilometers we hiked, but by the time I reached the top, I hated everyone I was with. I sweated so much. I felt icky and gross, but the view was spectacular! I took several photos. You could see the corn fields that met the end of the coffee fields. Words do no justice for this place! It was that beautiful! As we were walking back down, gravity decided to take control, and I fell down 2 rows of coffee plants. That’s right, finally some falling! I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry or feel sorry for the coffee plants. I know one thing, my butt was sooo dirty! As I got up and attempted to finish down the steep hill, I fell again down another 2 rows of coffee plants. This was the day for falling, I convinced myself. I had been blessed earlier, but now I had to face reality and gravity.

I was relieved to know I had enough baby wipes with me to at least wipe my hands well!