leaving on a jet plane

Milton Brasher-Cunningham

19 Apr 2006 — 1 min read

Ginger and I are about to go on the trip of our lives.

Tomorrow we leave Boston for Athens and three weeks of adventure tracing the steps of the Apostle Paul through Greece and Turkey. What I'm looking forward to most is three weeks with Ginger. Here are the places we're going: Athens, Veroia, Thessaloniki, Philippi, Kavala, Meteora, Kalambaka, Delphi, Corinth, Istanbul, Izmir, and Kayseri (the last three are in Turkey). Most of those names are strange to me, other than the ones that have books of the New Testament named after them. I have a lot to learn.

And a lot to eat. I'm so looking forward to the food!

Trips like this couldn't happen without friends. Our friend Eloise is staying in our house and Schnauzer sitting; our friends Jena and Marc let me borrow their laptop so I can blog along the way -- or at least try -- so stay tuned for words and pictures. Lots of friends have sent us off with kind words, cards, hugs, and prayers.

The next time you hear from me, I will be across the ocean; I've got a list of things to do between now and then, since my bags are not yet packed and I'm not ready to go.

Peace,
Milton

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