We have GOT to get our Passports!

Last night we're hanging out at the Diaz home in the after glow of Trick-or-Treat night. Around the room sits:

-Alex, the Columbian who grew up in Venezuela and is now a Worship Minister.
-Erin, the Hoosier who learned to speak fluent Spanish, travelled to Venezuela where she met Alex, married him and is now a Small Groups Minister.
-Donna, the Maltese who grew up in Canada and now helps people find homes in South Florida.
-Esther, the Maltese who still lives in Malta and is visiting her daughter, Donna, in the States for seven weeks.
-Mike, the . . . hmm, I'm not real sure where Mike began, but he sure has travelled all over the world and now is an IT brain in South Florida.

Also in that circle sat:
-Matt, the kid who grew up in Cambridge City, IN, moved to the big city of Indy and now leads a church in South Florida.
-Janie, the girl who grew up in Kentucky and still fills like Laura Ingalls when she walks around Miami.

In the midst of talk about travels around the world, Matt and I got busted . . . "You don't have your passport??? I can't believe that!"

Since we moved here, I now have friends from Guatemala, Venezuela, Cuba, Malta, Vietnam, Haiti and Jamaica. Some day I'm going to want to visit the home countries of these new friends . . . but I won't be allowed to leave the country.