This weekend I was up in Woodstock, CT for the Lavender Country & Folk Dancers' Spring Dance Camp. Beautiful setting, good friends, good music, good dancing, some meaningful conversations, and a missed opportunity. Someone asked me to go for a walk with him after breakfast on Sunday morning, except that it wasn't very clear that's what he was doing. By the time I realized that's what he was asking, it was too late. I mended that fence after lunch, though it really didn't need mending. Now I have to figure out just what this dance we're doing is...
Usually I take the Friday and Monday of Dance Camp weekends as vacation days. That means I'm not rushed to get out of the City from work and get to camp by 5:00 or 6:00 in the evening. I can take my time packing Friday morning and take my time getting to camp. Monday serves as a "re-entry to the real world" day. I didn't get the re-entry this time, because I had to drive to Philadelphia (well, Haverford) for the National Organization of Episcopal Resource Centers (NOERC) annual retreat/meeting. So last night I came home and unpacked the Dance Camp stuff. This morning I packed for the conference plus a visit to my brother & his family. I returned the rental car (four people plus dance camp luggage would not have fit in my little car!), had the oil changed in my car, ran a couple of errands , and left for Pennsylvania only 15 minutes after my target departure time of Noon.
So much for a gradual transition from camp to real world.
It was actually a decent day for a drive, in spite of the humidity. There was little traffic except for the usual slowdown on the Cross Bronx Expressway, and I arrived at my destination in about three hours, including a stop for lunch.
So, here we are at the Saint Raphaela Center of the Handmaids of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. The rooms are clean, if a little crowded by the furniture in them. The meeting spaces are good. The food is well-prepared. There are no fans in the rooms. It may be a sleepless night.
Tomorrow is a field trip into Philadelphia.
Showing posts with label Contra Dancing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Contra Dancing. Show all posts
Monday, May 3, 2010
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
A Weekend Of Stories
We gathered for our annual Fall Dance Camp in Becket, Massachusetts. We have two every year, currently one at the end of April/beginning of May and one in October. This fall's camp marked the 20th Anniversary of the gathering of this community. In many ways, it wasn't much different from our usual camps. In others...
For many of us--a large majority of the "core" membership--who began this journey in our late twenties and early thirties, we now find ourselves approaching our fifties, or already there. In terms of tenure, I am one of the community's elders. In terms of age, I fall somewhere in the middle. I am dancing with folks who are old enough to be my parents and young enough to be my children. I became part of the community in 1991 through a series of gender-free contra dances sponsored by the Triangle Community Center. I went to my first camp in February 1993 (back when they were held in February and September) and have only missed two since then due to health reasons.
We are a community that preserves its history through stories and through archives. To help celebrate the 20th anniversary people brought photo albums and the "official" archives of Dance Camp. Chris Ricciotti, the Queen Mum (as we lovingly call our founder), brought a print out of the timeline project, which started a couple of years ago. It began with sheets of paper taped together with years marked on them. Chris asked us to jot down the events of our own dance histories. Every so often he will print it out, bring it to camp, post it, and ask us to continue adding our stories. It is a living document, a continuing story of our community.
Saturday night at the end of the Variety Show Chris showed a short film compiled from videos taken by various community members over the years. We saw our younger selves (I'd almost forgotten that I still had a mustache when I started dancing with this community!); we saw those who have moved on and those who have passed on. There were cameras at this camp to record it in moving pictures and still.
We shared stories around meal tables, at night around the fireplace, and sitting on the edges of the dance floor. We passed on our stories to the newer members of the community, bringing them into the community's story as they begin to add their own parts to it.
There were tears. There was laughter. There were hugs. And, of course, there was dancing.
The story continues.
Peace,
Jeff
For many of us--a large majority of the "core" membership--who began this journey in our late twenties and early thirties, we now find ourselves approaching our fifties, or already there. In terms of tenure, I am one of the community's elders. In terms of age, I fall somewhere in the middle. I am dancing with folks who are old enough to be my parents and young enough to be my children. I became part of the community in 1991 through a series of gender-free contra dances sponsored by the Triangle Community Center. I went to my first camp in February 1993 (back when they were held in February and September) and have only missed two since then due to health reasons.
We are a community that preserves its history through stories and through archives. To help celebrate the 20th anniversary people brought photo albums and the "official" archives of Dance Camp. Chris Ricciotti, the Queen Mum (as we lovingly call our founder), brought a print out of the timeline project, which started a couple of years ago. It began with sheets of paper taped together with years marked on them. Chris asked us to jot down the events of our own dance histories. Every so often he will print it out, bring it to camp, post it, and ask us to continue adding our stories. It is a living document, a continuing story of our community.
Saturday night at the end of the Variety Show Chris showed a short film compiled from videos taken by various community members over the years. We saw our younger selves (I'd almost forgotten that I still had a mustache when I started dancing with this community!); we saw those who have moved on and those who have passed on. There were cameras at this camp to record it in moving pictures and still.
We shared stories around meal tables, at night around the fireplace, and sitting on the edges of the dance floor. We passed on our stories to the newer members of the community, bringing them into the community's story as they begin to add their own parts to it.
There were tears. There was laughter. There were hugs. And, of course, there was dancing.
The story continues.
Peace,
Jeff
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Weekend Away
Tomorrow afternoon I head up to Becket, Massachusetts for the 20th Anniversary Lavender and Country Folk Dancers Dance Camp. I've taken tomorrow and Monday as vacation days. Four days away from the office, and I won't be traveling for business purposes!
I'll also be leaving my computer at home. I have been tempted to take it so that I could check in on the diocesan convention and the election of our next bishop. I've decided I'm not going to worry about it. The election results will still be there when I get home Sunday evening.
No responses, charges, and countercharges about Pope Benedict's recent announcement about providing a "home" for disaffected Anglicans.
No Integrity mail list.
No Episcopal/Anglican blogs.
No Church Center restructuring (term number 3 for the same process!).
No bishops behaving badly.
No walking dead and walking wounded at the office.
No making sandwiches.
No Worship for All People.
Not that things religious won't be discussed over the weekend. Many of my Dance friends will check in with me about my ordination process. One friend and I have an ongoing conversation about rediscovering religious and spiritual roots. And handful of us from different Christian denominations will probably gather for Morning Prayer Saturday and Sunday mornings. Heck, there might even be a circle Saturday night.
Quite frankly, there are days when I can see very clearly how little the Episcopal Church and the Anglican Communion mean in the larger scheme of things--and even how very little in the smaller scheme of things. Sometimes a reality check is in order, and Dance Camp is the perfect place for that.
Peace,
Jeff
I'll also be leaving my computer at home. I have been tempted to take it so that I could check in on the diocesan convention and the election of our next bishop. I've decided I'm not going to worry about it. The election results will still be there when I get home Sunday evening.
No responses, charges, and countercharges about Pope Benedict's recent announcement about providing a "home" for disaffected Anglicans.
No Integrity mail list.
No Episcopal/Anglican blogs.
No Church Center restructuring (term number 3 for the same process!).
No bishops behaving badly.
No walking dead and walking wounded at the office.
No making sandwiches.
No Worship for All People.
Not that things religious won't be discussed over the weekend. Many of my Dance friends will check in with me about my ordination process. One friend and I have an ongoing conversation about rediscovering religious and spiritual roots. And handful of us from different Christian denominations will probably gather for Morning Prayer Saturday and Sunday mornings. Heck, there might even be a circle Saturday night.
Quite frankly, there are days when I can see very clearly how little the Episcopal Church and the Anglican Communion mean in the larger scheme of things--and even how very little in the smaller scheme of things. Sometimes a reality check is in order, and Dance Camp is the perfect place for that.
Peace,
Jeff
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
If It's Wednesday, I've Adjusted To Eastern Time
After three days of taking it easy and doing next to nothing, I think my body is back on Eastern Daylight time. I must also be recovering from 15 days of go-go-go because I'm beginning to think about things I have to do over the next couple of days. Yes, the To Do List is rearing its ugly head:
Toward the end of General Convention I realized that it is a lot like Dance Camp only less often, a lot longer, and not as renewing. It is a community that comes together periodically and creates its own time bubble. It is a place where I see people I haven't seen in a while and pick up pretty much where we left off the last time.
It's also a lot different. We Episcopalians have not learned to live together with our differences. We don't do a good job of supporting and nurturing those with whom we disagree or have little in common with other than the fact that we call ourselves Episcopalian. And decisions at General Convention impact peoples' jobs and vocations.
After seven years of involvement in the institutional church at a "higher level," I once again find myself asking, "Why is it that I want/need/could possibly tolerate that white plastic band around my neck?"
Peace,
Jeff
- Laundry
- Grocery Shopping
- Birthday Present Shopping
- Make Phone Calls
- Finish Unpacking
- Copy the new apartment keys so people have spares
- Balance the Checkbook
- Update the parish web site
Toward the end of General Convention I realized that it is a lot like Dance Camp only less often, a lot longer, and not as renewing. It is a community that comes together periodically and creates its own time bubble. It is a place where I see people I haven't seen in a while and pick up pretty much where we left off the last time.
It's also a lot different. We Episcopalians have not learned to live together with our differences. We don't do a good job of supporting and nurturing those with whom we disagree or have little in common with other than the fact that we call ourselves Episcopalian. And decisions at General Convention impact peoples' jobs and vocations.
After seven years of involvement in the institutional church at a "higher level," I once again find myself asking, "Why is it that I want/need/could possibly tolerate that white plastic band around my neck?"
Peace,
Jeff
Monday, October 27, 2008
Where I Spent--And Didn't Spend--My Weekend
Early Friday afternoon I packed the car, filled the gas tank, and headed up Route 8 to Becket, Massachusetts. Over 130 lgbt, and a handful of straight friends, gathered for the Lavender Country and Folk Dancers Fall Dance Camp at Chimney Corners. Lisa Greenleaf was the caller, and the Groovemongers provided the music. I came home late Sunday afternoon with sore feet and ready for bed.
I did not attend the reunion activities of the Darien High School Class of 1978: the Homecoming game and the gathering at Wee Burn Country Club.
While it would have been fun catching up with my classmates after 10 years (we have not been together since our 20th reunion in 1998), the Dance Camp community is more important to me. I have missed only two camps over the last 15 years. These are the people I share common interests and values with. These are the folks who nurture me. These are the friends who accept me as I am. This is the community that renews and refreshes me.
For some reason, this camp turned out to be a bit different for me personally. I was not self-conscious about my body. I'm a good dancer, and that's what counts on the dance floor. I'm a good person and friend, and that's what counts with this community. It was also freeing in other ways. I found that I was not my usually shy self. If I wanted to ask someone to dance, I did, and was only turned down if the person had already been asked to dance for that dance. I flirted with several people when we weren't on the dance floor. It was like I was fully present for the first time in a long time.
This dance community is the people I am growing--and growing older--with. The DHS Class of 1978 is frozen in time, in snapshots taken in 1978, 1988, 1998, and now 2008. If the class' next reunion and Fall dance camp fall on the same weekend again, I know where I will be.
Peace,
Jeffri
I did not attend the reunion activities of the Darien High School Class of 1978: the Homecoming game and the gathering at Wee Burn Country Club.
While it would have been fun catching up with my classmates after 10 years (we have not been together since our 20th reunion in 1998), the Dance Camp community is more important to me. I have missed only two camps over the last 15 years. These are the people I share common interests and values with. These are the folks who nurture me. These are the friends who accept me as I am. This is the community that renews and refreshes me.
For some reason, this camp turned out to be a bit different for me personally. I was not self-conscious about my body. I'm a good dancer, and that's what counts on the dance floor. I'm a good person and friend, and that's what counts with this community. It was also freeing in other ways. I found that I was not my usually shy self. If I wanted to ask someone to dance, I did, and was only turned down if the person had already been asked to dance for that dance. I flirted with several people when we weren't on the dance floor. It was like I was fully present for the first time in a long time.
This dance community is the people I am growing--and growing older--with. The DHS Class of 1978 is frozen in time, in snapshots taken in 1978, 1988, 1998, and now 2008. If the class' next reunion and Fall dance camp fall on the same weekend again, I know where I will be.
Peace,
Jeffri
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Gender Obsessed
This weekend I went to the LCFD (Lavender Country & Folk Dancers) Spring Dance Camp in Woodstock. They hold two a year on the East Coast, and starting this year, they are also sponsoring a camp on the West Coast. Tony and Beth Parkes were our callers (calling both contras and squares), Graham Christian led English Country Dancing, and music was provided by Dark Carnival.
I love these weekends. They are a chance to get away, catch up with old friends, meet new friends, and do something that we all enjoy: dancing. We do "gender-free" dancing, which, as I've explained before, is that anyone dances whichever role--lead (traditional man's) or follow (traditional woman's)--they wish to dance. During a conversation with Beth, she told me that at "gendered" dances she uses the terms "gents" and "ladies," because these are roles we take on for dancing. While that makes sense to me, and to many of us, in LCFD we stay away from gendered language. We use armbands to distinguish the two roles. Those wishing leading wear an armband (which may be tied around your wrist, tied to your name button, around your neck, as a headband...well, you get the picture). Those following do not have an armband. So callers use the terms "bands" and "bares" (for "bare arm") when calling a dance for us.
In spite of the fact that we call this dancing "gender free," there have been times when we--only half jokingly--say that we are in fact gender obsessed! At times this comes from the fact that there are some women who absolutely will not dance the bare arm role and some men who absolutely will not dance the armband role. At other times it because there some men who refuse to dance with women as partners and some women who refuse to dance with men as partners. There have been dances when people have become quite strident about these issues, although that has lessened a great deal over the years.
A great variety of people come to our camps. We've had transvestites attending for a number of years. In fact, one who used to come regularly would come with his wife. Both were welcomed into the community. One of the issues we've had over the past few years, however, is the lack of younger folks coming to camp, and to our local dances. That seems to be changing at the local dances. My "local" dance in New York City has been attracting a lot of young adults--many of them college students. So when I arrived at camp this weekend, I was glad to see a small group of young folks who had obviously come together. I quickly learned that many of them dance in the Boston area.
Equally as quickly, it became apparent that some of these young dancers were transgendered. Of course, they were made to feel welcome, and they seemed to feel very comfortable. Some of them were experienced dancers, and some of them new to contra dancing. But as the weekend progressed, I found myself somewhat troubled by the presence of these transgendered young folks. I really had to think about it. Part of it was that it wasn't always clear if one of them was identifying as male or female. It was awkward in some cases trying to determine which pronoun to use. Our way of handling that when one of them became the topic of conversation was to say, "the young person who... (is wearing the red tee shirt, has the blond hair, etc.). Or, if we knew names, we'd use names exclusively and no pronouns. A couple of them had names that were clearly male, but body shapes were not quite. In those cases, we did use masculine pronouns. Some were quite clearly identifying themselves as female, and then we'd use feminine pronouns.
As I thought about it some more, I realized that part of my issue was that I found one of the young men (and I will think of him as such, since that is how he wishes to self-identify, at least within our dance community) very attractive. Now, it was pretty clear that this person was at least born as a female, and he may or may not be transitioning from female to male. I danced with him as a partner once and encountered him as a neighbor in contra lines several times, and he came across as physically male. Not to mention the fact that he seemed strong enough to pick me up and toss me a good distance, and I'm not a small person. So here I was admiring this young man (and admiring someone you find attractive does NOT mean you are going to get involved in a relationship that is anything other than friends or dance partners, thank you), and evidently it messed with my head, so to speak. Who are we attracted to and why? And what does this say about our sexuality?
Please note, I am not saying I am attracted to women. But here was this young person...Did I mention he has beautiful eyes?...and the situation just threw me for a loop. So I learned that transgendered folk make me more uncomfortable than I believed. But that is MY issue, not theirs, and by the end of the weekend, I was pretty much able to relate to them as I do with any other dancers at camp. We talked. We danced. We flirted (the gender free dance community is the only place where you can flirt with pretty much anyone and not get into trouble). Hopefully, none of them were really aware of my discomfort, and I hope I made them feel welcome. Maybe someday, if they keep coming to camp, we might have a conversation about it.
There is always something more to learn about being a human being and being in relationship with other human beings. We are all part of God's wonderful creation.
Peace,
Jeffri
I love these weekends. They are a chance to get away, catch up with old friends, meet new friends, and do something that we all enjoy: dancing. We do "gender-free" dancing, which, as I've explained before, is that anyone dances whichever role--lead (traditional man's) or follow (traditional woman's)--they wish to dance. During a conversation with Beth, she told me that at "gendered" dances she uses the terms "gents" and "ladies," because these are roles we take on for dancing. While that makes sense to me, and to many of us, in LCFD we stay away from gendered language. We use armbands to distinguish the two roles. Those wishing leading wear an armband (which may be tied around your wrist, tied to your name button, around your neck, as a headband...well, you get the picture). Those following do not have an armband. So callers use the terms "bands" and "bares" (for "bare arm") when calling a dance for us.
In spite of the fact that we call this dancing "gender free," there have been times when we--only half jokingly--say that we are in fact gender obsessed! At times this comes from the fact that there are some women who absolutely will not dance the bare arm role and some men who absolutely will not dance the armband role. At other times it because there some men who refuse to dance with women as partners and some women who refuse to dance with men as partners. There have been dances when people have become quite strident about these issues, although that has lessened a great deal over the years.
A great variety of people come to our camps. We've had transvestites attending for a number of years. In fact, one who used to come regularly would come with his wife. Both were welcomed into the community. One of the issues we've had over the past few years, however, is the lack of younger folks coming to camp, and to our local dances. That seems to be changing at the local dances. My "local" dance in New York City has been attracting a lot of young adults--many of them college students. So when I arrived at camp this weekend, I was glad to see a small group of young folks who had obviously come together. I quickly learned that many of them dance in the Boston area.
Equally as quickly, it became apparent that some of these young dancers were transgendered. Of course, they were made to feel welcome, and they seemed to feel very comfortable. Some of them were experienced dancers, and some of them new to contra dancing. But as the weekend progressed, I found myself somewhat troubled by the presence of these transgendered young folks. I really had to think about it. Part of it was that it wasn't always clear if one of them was identifying as male or female. It was awkward in some cases trying to determine which pronoun to use. Our way of handling that when one of them became the topic of conversation was to say, "the young person who... (is wearing the red tee shirt, has the blond hair, etc.). Or, if we knew names, we'd use names exclusively and no pronouns. A couple of them had names that were clearly male, but body shapes were not quite. In those cases, we did use masculine pronouns. Some were quite clearly identifying themselves as female, and then we'd use feminine pronouns.
As I thought about it some more, I realized that part of my issue was that I found one of the young men (and I will think of him as such, since that is how he wishes to self-identify, at least within our dance community) very attractive. Now, it was pretty clear that this person was at least born as a female, and he may or may not be transitioning from female to male. I danced with him as a partner once and encountered him as a neighbor in contra lines several times, and he came across as physically male. Not to mention the fact that he seemed strong enough to pick me up and toss me a good distance, and I'm not a small person. So here I was admiring this young man (and admiring someone you find attractive does NOT mean you are going to get involved in a relationship that is anything other than friends or dance partners, thank you), and evidently it messed with my head, so to speak. Who are we attracted to and why? And what does this say about our sexuality?
Please note, I am not saying I am attracted to women. But here was this young person...Did I mention he has beautiful eyes?...and the situation just threw me for a loop. So I learned that transgendered folk make me more uncomfortable than I believed. But that is MY issue, not theirs, and by the end of the weekend, I was pretty much able to relate to them as I do with any other dancers at camp. We talked. We danced. We flirted (the gender free dance community is the only place where you can flirt with pretty much anyone and not get into trouble). Hopefully, none of them were really aware of my discomfort, and I hope I made them feel welcome. Maybe someday, if they keep coming to camp, we might have a conversation about it.
There is always something more to learn about being a human being and being in relationship with other human beings. We are all part of God's wonderful creation.
Peace,
Jeffri
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Dancing Circles
When I was in high school I fell in with a small group of kids who liked square dancing. They attended a monthly dance that did what is often called "New England" or "Traditional" Square Dancing. Some of the very basic moves used to be taught in grammar school gym classes. I picked it up quickly and enjoyed dancing. I danced regularly through high school but only occasionally in college and after that.
In my late twenties I was re-introduced to square dancing, but this time it was Western Squares. The Times Squares had come to New Haven to help start a new gay/lesbian Western Square group in Connecticut. I remembered most of the moves easily, and for the first time in my life was doing a kind of dancing I enjoyed with the "right" partners. I was dancing with men! And sometimes I even followed (the "woman's" role). While I rather quickly found out that I prefer New England Squares to Western Squares, that dance in New Haven introduced me to a group of people who did what they called "gender free" Contra Dancing. That meant that anyone could dance any role they wished for any dance. In order to tell who was leading and who was following, the leaders wore armbands. Thus the calls for gender free Contras are "bares and bands" rather than "ladies and gents."
I've been dancing with one chapter or another of the Lavender Country and Folk Dancers (LCFD) ever since. I will occasionally attend a "straight dance" and have to continually remind myself "I am the armband, I am the armband..." throughout the evening.
Over the past few years, there has been some concern about the "next generation" of dancers. Most of the dancers in the LCFD when I joined were about my age, give or take a few years. As time went on we would attract new dancers, most of whom were also about our age. Occasionally, a young person would become involved. We heard that the same thing was happening at many "straight" dances. Would Contra Dances cease as we aged and were eventually no longer able to dance?
Lately, however, there seems to be a lot of interest in Contra Dancing among the college age generation. Some evenings at my local dance, the younger crowd far outnumbers us "old timers." It's wonderful to see.
So imagine my surprise when the Globe and Mail delivered to my hotel room in Vancouver Friday morning had the following article on the front page of the "Life" section. It seems there is a new interest in Contra Dancing amongst the younger generation of our neighbors to the North as well.
The circle turns, and the dance goes on. It is not the same, but then it shouldn't be. So we just join hands and join in.
Peace,
Jeffri
In my late twenties I was re-introduced to square dancing, but this time it was Western Squares. The Times Squares had come to New Haven to help start a new gay/lesbian Western Square group in Connecticut. I remembered most of the moves easily, and for the first time in my life was doing a kind of dancing I enjoyed with the "right" partners. I was dancing with men! And sometimes I even
I've been dancing with one chapter or another of the Lavender Country and Folk Dancers (LCFD) ever since. I will occasionally attend a "straight dance" and have to continually remind myself "I am the armband, I am the armband..." throughout the evening.
Over the past few years, there has been some concern about the "next generation" of dancers. Most of the dancers in the LCFD when I joined were about my age, give or take a few years. As time went on we would attract new dancers, most of whom were also about our age. Occasionally, a young person would become involved. We heard that the same thing was happening at many "straight" dances. Would Contra Dances cease as we aged and were eventually no longer able to dance?
Lately, however, there seems to be a lot of interest in Contra Dancing among the college age generation. Some evenings at my local dance, the younger crowd far outnumbers us "old timers." It's wonderful to see.
So imagine my surprise when the Globe and Mail delivered to my hotel room in Vancouver Friday morning had the following article on the front page of the "Life" section. It seems there is a new interest in Contra Dancing amongst the younger generation of our neighbors to the North as well.
The circle turns, and the dance goes on. It is not the same, but then it shouldn't be. So we just join hands and join in.
Peace,
Jeffri
Friday, May 11, 2007
The Road To Lisdoonvarna
I took this picture during my first trip to Ireland seven years ago. We were actually on our way toward Ballyvaghan, but I couldn't resist taking a picture of the road sign because there is a fiddle tune titled "The Road to Lisdoonvarna." It's one I play on my flute and whistle, and it's a tune played for contra dances.This afternoon I'm on my way to Woodstock, Connecticut for LCFD's Spring Dance Camp for a weekend of contra dancing, English country dancing and country-western two stepping, which I'll be doing for the first time at this camp. The contra dances will be called by one of my favorite callers, Linda Leslie, with music by one of my favorite bands, The Moving Violations.
Contra dancing is similar to square dancing--both are called--but contras are done in lines with your partner across from you (most of the time). Look at this video to see what a contra dance looks like.
Here is a video of a square dance for comparison. It's of an 8th grade class learning to square dance--memories of grade school gym class, anyone?
And just in case you're curious, go here to see a video of an English country dance. While we won't be in 18th century costume for English dancing, many of us will be wearing hats, gloves and pearls in a variety of combinations.
And here a packing update:
This is what I am taking to Dance Camp. I can go to Ireland for two weeks in a carry-on, but I fill the trunk of my car for a weekend Dance Camp. Bedding (because we are usually at summer camp-type facilities), skirts for dancing, at least three t-shirts per day (because dancing involves sweating!), wet weather gear, warm weather gear, cool weather gear, musical instruments, and more.
This is what I am taking to Ecuador. If we were not taking a bunch of resources down to the diocese, I could pack in a carry-on. In spite of all the books in the two suitcases, neither of them weighs more than 40 pounds, which is 10 pounds below the maximum bag weight before you get charged for overweight bags
I'll be back late Sunday afternoon to check mail, have dinner with Mom, exchange luggage and get some sleep before heading off to Ecuador Monday morning.
Peace,
Jeffri
I'll be back late Sunday afternoon to check mail, have dinner with Mom, exchange luggage and get some sleep before heading off to Ecuador Monday morning.
Peace,
Jeffri
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