A faraway visit

I have a fortune from a cookie that reads: "You will visit some faraway land that has long been in your waking thoughts."
I'm going to Kenya. Really. So part of the fortune is true --- but I would definitely deny that it's long been in my waking thoughts. Hawaii as been there. Italy. Most any beautiful island -- well, most any beautiful island with beautiful hotels. But Kenya? Nope. Not even in my sleeping thoughts. My twin daughters went in May (hi daughters #2 & #3!) but I had no desire to go there -- ever.
I think this is all about that wicked sense of humor that God has. I now find myself in the position of missions director at our church. A year ago I would have laughed had you asked me if I ever wanted to do that. But when it was offered to me, I thought, "Wow! That would be great." That was God --- totally changing the thoughts in my head! Because once I said that out loud, my "old" brain said, "Wait a minute! Are you kidding? Missions?! What do you know about that?!" The new part of my brain (note: this new part still doesn't understand the male species, it just has new thoughts and desires) said, "So? If this is where God is leading me then let's go!!". So, OK --- there I was, minding my own business and learning tons of things about missions. Then one day, on the way to a meeting with another missions director (who's taking a group to Kenya) I said, outloud: "I think it would be awesome to go to Kenya!". WHAT? Rewind --- did I really say that? Out loud? Yes, I had. And the person in the car said, "Tell me more about that. Why would you want to go?" And I said, "I have no idea. I don't know why those words came out of my mouth! But, now that I think about it -- it WOULD be awesome to go and experience a mission trip there." I still shake my head over that. Ask my friends -- it's just not me. I want a large ship, a beach and a pina colada.
Fast forward a couple of weeks and I'm working at church one day. I get an e-mail, saying that a paid spot has opened up on the Kenya trip and would I like to go?! WHAT?!! Really? Yes, really. And though I never had the desire to visit Africa until a few weeks ago --- I'm going. And I want to go! I started my shots (ugh -- those dang hepatitis shots hurt!) and a ticket has been purchased in my name.
Now the key question here is this: will the males survive the host female's absence for 10 days? I think I'll take bets. What odds should I offer? Maybe a better question is "will my home survive my absence for 10 days?!" My poor defenseless house. It almost makes me cry to think about it --- so I won't. There, much better.
There's no telling what those poor guys will eat for 10 days. I would think Ramen noodles will get mighty old, but then that's the female in me coming out. I would also think that about Poptarts, but who knows? This may be the best dining experience of their young lives. I'm sure it will be memorable.
So, I leave in less than a month (I think God made everything happen so fast so I would have less time to think it over and thus less time to chicken out). I have more shots tomorrow (double ugh) and in 2 more weeks.
I also need to google the area where we'll be working and see if there's pina colada place anywhere close. OK, that may border on blasphemy --- a pina coloada on a mission trip? I guess I could settle for a margarita. :)