Oh Canada...

Hey. I have returned from my missions trip. We returned safe, if a little tired and smelly. You know, after living eleven days in a house with thirteen people and one bathroom, people may expect me to be happy.

But I'm not. Which is...weird.

I miss living in the house with my friends and my youth leaders. I missed my family of course. I love my family. But I wish I was still traveling. I guess you could call it a wander lust. I want to travel a lot. Maybe it's a teenager thing.

But the missions trip was a great success. We helped out at Grace Baptist Church where we helped them with their VBS.

You may be wondering what VBS is. Vegetable Bacon Sandwich? Vulcan Birch System? It's actually Vacation Bible School. It's a great thing where a bunch of little kids get together in one building and we have to take care of them and teach them about Jesus.

I've decided I want to move to Prince Edward Island. It's beautiful and no body locks their doors.

Wow...that sounded really sketchy. Let me rephrase that.

It's beautiful and there is no crime there, thus meaning no one locks their doors.

If you haven't heard of Prince Edward Island, its a province of Canada right above Maine. If you haven't heard of Maine, it's a northern state of the USA. If you haven't heard of the USA...well then you have a problem.

I met so many new and amazing people. John, Reice, McKenzie, Brittany, Jeremy, Jess, Tibor, and Sherlyn were amazing people. I miss them a lot. That's the only sad part about traveling. You have to leave people behind when you leave home and you have to leave people behind when you leave your destination.

But then you have these great things called memories and life is just more awesome with them.

If you haven't noticed, I started another blog. It's an ongoing story. You should look at it because it's going to be sweet.

I hope you all are safe and sound. Have a great next few weeks of summer. I know I will be.

Honor all people. Fear God. Love the Brotherhood. Honor the King.

Until you all know what yupers are,

Adeline Taylor

PS

By the way, if you ever do want to figure out what yupers are and you want to watch a wierd kid make a fool of himself check out this link.

Vito Basura Vladimere   For the record, this guy is one of my friends from camp. He also mentions me near the end under my nick name. (Being Twix the Monkey is hard.)

The pink cow boy hat he wears? Yeah...that is really a long and epic story. It's the reason I met him the summer of my fifth grade year. It's been so long. Haha.