The country of Slovenia sweeps you in with its charm even before you land. As the plane gradually lowers for approach, you are given a panoramic view of beautiful mountain hillsides lined with pristine, velvety emerald green valleys. Smatterings of terra cotta villages dot the greenery, and white churches seem to stand guard on nearly every hilly precipice. Old world drying racks for grain still dot the fields, and pencil thin lines mark out the country roads leading from one tiny village to the next. You are drawn into this place before you even land, and the view afforded from above should not be missed. It is indeed a most beautiful country.
We landed in the rain, but even that didn’t dampen our excitement of finally being “home”. We made it through customs, although they were a bit puzzled when they x-rayed Rob's trumpet. They couldn't figure out what the image on the screen was at first, but after questioning him, we were cleared. Our missionary friend was there to pick us up, and with luggage loaded, we began our journey through winding tree-lined roads to our new home. We arrived at our apartment in Ljubljana just as the rain started to intensify. Jet lag was catching up to us, and the soft pitter-patter of the raindrops on the tree leaves was hypnotic. We settled our bags in, and spent a short time visiting with our friend before we were on the road again. We had been invited to dinner at their home. It was great to see all of them, and the food was excellent as usual, but by seven o'clock we could barely keep our eyes open. Grateful for the time of food and fellowship, we were even happier to be heading to our beds as we were driven back to our home for some much needed sleep. Tomorrow was the start of our new life in Slovenia, and the start of something I never saw coming. My disintegration was about to begin.