We're in San Francisco!

OK, this is definitely a cross-cultural experience. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

The drive down here was long and it was not un-eventful. Twice, we came pretty close to getting hit, and that was before we got to San Francisco. Thank you for your prayers!!

Our team leader, Trevor, is pretty sick, so right away, we're asking for prayer! He's just back from Kenya, but it seems that he's dealing with the 'flu. We assume. We hope. Please pray.

We're ensconced in the San Francisco City Center Youth Hostel. It's a hectic place. The English language is scarce here; I'm sitting in the crowded "common area" and I don't hear English anywhere among the busy conversations. The van is parked three or four blocks away, and the streets between there and here are... shall we say, "an educational experience." I declined her proposed education, and scurried home quickly!

The Summit doesn't start until tomorrow evening; Trevor needs to be at a gathering of speakers at 6:00 pm, so he'll sleep in. We hope to have some time to pray together in the morning, looking for the day's instructions. If we get the chance, we might look around the city, to get our bearings.

We're already in touch with some of the others who are down here ahead of us, and some who will be coming later. It looks like we'll give a ride home (as far as Portland) to one person, and someone else may share our eclectic room here.

Yikes. Thanks again for praying!