|Getting our stuff ready to leave|
Ticks. These ones are the gluttons. Very selfish. There is no tell-tale buzz when they approach. Instead they leap upon you, unwanted, or grab you as you walk by. They then hide themselves where you don't want them and then bite you. Instead of a bite and run, they linger. Not satisfied until they gorge themselves on your blood, swelling to many times their size. They are like the unwanted mooching guest that would not leave. Soon the awkward and painful process begins to remove the guest from your life. You may use fire, or tweezers. But please don't leave any part of it there (like the head) because it will fester and make you sick. Ticks (quite literally) suck. They serve no purpose on this earth, except to teach me what hatred feels like. A feeling I shouldn't feel. So they must be evil! They also carry disease.
|Kenton putting away the tent that kept us tick free.|
Although ticks may not have a purpose (at least that I can see). On this trip I, unlike the ticks, actually have a purpose, a purpose not to hurt but to help. Some things in life suck, (ticks for example) or falling behind on your education. I can't do anything about the world's tick problem, but I can help a few Romanian children improve their education. That is my purpose. What is your purpose?
|Monastery Beach. Spent some time there this morning|
|Kenton tearing it up down a hill|
|Having a fun ride on a nice little hill we found.|