It's the funniest feeling. I'm here in Ottawa, trying to be at "THE CRY," but instead I'm at the public library writing. Speaking of public library, there was a line up of like 30 people when I got here this morning. I thought, "man, I'm going to be waiting FOREVER for the internet." but no. They all rushed upstairs. What's up there? I don't care. I got internet. Anyway. So I went to the Hill. No one is there. Of course there are tourists and hot dog vendors, security, the guards as in "the changing of the guard." But no music. No people praying. Weird. That's why I'm here. To check where it is that I'm supposed to be. THe great thing about this city is it is set up for visitors. I've already been given two maps. Very helpful. Lots of info centres around. Anyway, the Cry is apparently at two places and I'm not sure how that works or where that other place is that isn't on the hill where I think everyone else is. I keep looking for Christians. I think I found some, but I didn't want to walk with them because I figured they were more lost than I was, and if I said anything, anything at all, they'd follow me. So I said nothing.. except for I'm looking for it too, and then I hurried away. They were looking for a park, and at that point I didn't know what they were talking about and didn't want to get misled with and by them. Obviously I was the one more lost. Now I'm here. With the computer counting me down by time. I think it's going to be a funny day. But whatever. No cell phone. No friends. And in 4 minutes and 15 seconds, no computer (even though the girl at the desk said it would give me 2 hours. Whatevs. HAH! I've seen some people walking around with lawn chairs looking as confused as I. But since we're all confused and a little shy, we're not talking to each other. We're just standing in the shade waiting for a bunch of people who know what they're doing to gather and form a crowd and start doing what we came to do. 2:48 left. I'm sure it will all work out.

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Victoria said…
Hi. Now that I know you are really far away, I miss you. Haha. Silly. Offer some prayers up for this house bound fatty. I wish I could be having adventures with you!

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