My friend and I departed for Atlanta the next day, where we stayed with my friend’s cousin for a few days (I can’t remember how long exactly, but it wasn’t very long).
I remember how we hid away at the back of the house that evening when our host arrived home after work, as he did not know we were there, and it was a surprise to him. We had arranged with his wife to pick us up from the airport. After he had entered the house, we snuck around to the front door and rang the doorbell. The look on our host’s face when he opened the door and saw his cousin standing there all the way from South Africa was priceless!
The next day, we were taken into Atlanta town, where we bought a day pass to see the Aquarium, the Coca Cola museum and have a tour of the CNN Building. We also spent some time looking at the various sculptures at the Centennial Olympic Park. Really a fun day to end off our almost month long vacation before heading home.
That was the last time I was overseas, now more than 5 years ago. With both my first and second overseas trips, I left a piece of my heart behind, and my heart has been longing to go back there again ever since. More about that in my next post…