The husband and I are travelling this week. It’s only been three days and I am already so tired of sitting in the car. But we are so excited for this crazy busy one-week vacation that we have taken.

Monday saw us leaving for Eston, a small town in Saskatchewan, that is literally in the middle of nowhere! We were heading to a summer youth mission program called Street Invaders. Some of you may have heard of it but if you have not, you surely are missing out!

After spending an amazing three days there, and reuniting with some of the people we went to the Philippines with (LifeFORCE is under the same organization as Street Invaders) we headed out to Medicine Hat to see the parents.

We have more travels to come as we’ll head out to Lethbridge too, so we can see friends that we have not seen since the Philippines. It is such a different experience seeing those people, who, only three months ago, you were with in a different country, with a different culture, living together in one house. Now we are back in our comfort zones, now no-one stares at us for being white, and for the most part we speak the same language! I still get teased for my English accent; I do not think that will ever change.

Unfortunately on the way to all these things, our wonderful junk van that we got for the great price of $400, died on us. Not only did it die, but decided to die just outside of Regina on the highway. OH DEAR!!

But – and this is the unbelievable part – we did not previously know the husband’s parents happened to be in Regina buying a new car, which they had not planned for that day, and so luckily they had a spare vehicle as they were taking their new one home. What are the chances of that??

We were back on our way in the in-laws van, and I have to admit I cried as I saw our van abandoned at the side of the road.

I have often talked about our passion to not make money the centre of our lives, to not worry about “things” and not be materialistic, and our little cheap van, I just fell in love with it. I felt like we had accomplished not worrying too much about things that won’t fit in my coffin. I just felt sad that the van did not last, and it really was a representation as to where our hearts are, with how we want to live our lives.

We are now on the hunt for the next junk van that will keep our hearts and lives on track!