🕊️✨Homeward bound, we’re laying around the Denver Airport, many of the members of our Greece pilgrimage group, still hanging together. It’s almost a comfort, simply because we’ve gone through so much together, these last two weeks.

We sat together or in close proximity, doing what we do. Regardless if it’s a meal or walk around our hotel or heading to a new historical destination to explore, we did it all together. Now it’s the drudgery of wading through airport security lines, and then looking for a comfortable place to sit or lay around near our gate.

It was a pleasant time with this group, simply because it’s like we are all family and we watch each other’s back, especially listening to the chitchat about our day, or the meal, or almost anything, like how sick we all feel.

Catching a bug about a week ago, I thought I was the only one besides Pastor Jim. Now it appears all or most of us 39 members have it. We all were able to joke about how sick we feel and silly recommended cures or things to try to make each other feel better.

When our group was together on the tour bus, it’s interesting how we all at first, selected the seat to sit, and everyone continued using the same seat, site by site and day by day, when we stopped at various locations, in returning to the bus, everyone sat in the same seat each person originally selected.

Amy and my seats were in the back of the bus. Amy sat on the seat on the left side of the isle, and I sat on the right, however we were in the same row across from each other.🕊️✨

🕊️✨On the tour bus, because we sat at the ‘Back of the Bus’, Amy and I were able to see everyone. So if someone spoke out loud to the group, we could see all their reactions. It was a fun time, riding at ‘the back of the bus’ together.

In order to pass the time, between locations, which were miles apart, we had guessing games where each person spoke loudly to the group.

I will never forget our trip to Greece, nor the pleasure of the company of beautiful souls as we travelled together.🕊️✨