

I said that I would tell you more about my trip so here goes my attempt. I could just tell you that I saw a lot of really cool things and had a great time and that would be the truth. However, my two week Easter break trip involved a whole lot more than seeing things and having a good time. The greatest part of the trip wasn’t all the stunning natural beauty (although that was cool to see) and it wasn’t the coolness of exploring a place some people only dream of seeing, it was learning about the culture and experiencing the blessings of friendship and hospitality. There are some things that pictures just can’t capture and the problem is that this sort of thing is really hard to explain. Like I said, I’ll do my best.
Ok, here is a story that will hopefully help you understand what I mean about hospitality. (Mom, I debated about telling you this part of our trip now or waiting until I got home because I don’t want you to worry, but it turned out really good so make sure you read the story all the way to the end).
It was a dark and stormy night half way through our trip (it wasn’t actually stormy, but it was dark). Heather, Sarah, Ben, Jenna and I were standing at a bus stop waiting for a bus so we could go exploring around the surfer town of Noosa. There were these four drunk/drugged-up teenage boys across the street acting like typical drunk Australian teenage punks. Well, they decide to come over to our side of the street and ask about bus times… or so we thought. What ended up happening is one dude started beating up Ben while the other guys circled around us girls. Ben got a bit beat up but he somehow managed to protect his camera and dodge punches all at the same time! We got away pretty quick and ran to a nearby grocery store where we borrowed a phone and called the cops. It was fortunate that the store was open because most shops in Australia close at 5pm. The cops came after a while and told us we should probably find a different area to camp. Being a holiday weekend there weren’t any vacancies left anywhere. So there we are, five scared college kids with a bunch of luggage, a couple tents, and nowhere to go.
God has a way a providing. Ian, one of the two cops that came to rescue us, decided that we should all go spend the night at his house. They called a taxi and off we went to Ian’s house to meet his family and settle down for the night. We ended up staying there the whole weekend and it was a blast! Tracy-Lee made up beds for each of us, let us all take showers and told us to make ourselves at home. Ian made us some super amazing pasta, the kids shared their Easter candy with us, they let us use their computer and eat their food, they let their kids go hiking in the national park with us and show us around town, they drove us to church for Easter (even though they didn’t go themselves), showed us family pictures, watched movies with us, taught us Australian phrases… they were the most hospitable family I have ever met in my life! It was so good spending Easter with a family. Easter is my favorite holiday and I was missing my family a lot. I don’t think I will soon forget this Easter. We now call Ian, Tracy-lee, Cheyenne, and Shiloh our “Australian family”. Ian sent us an email the other day saying he wished we could’ve stayed with them longer so they could’ve taken us surfing and had an Australian barbeque with “prawns on the barbie" for us.
That is only one of our encounters with Australian hospitality. The people here are so open and friendly (except maybe the teenage surf punks which we stayed far away from the rest of our trip)! All five of us were amazed how God provided for us and blessed us throughout the trip and we all have a newfound appreciation for backpackers and a new view on hospitality. It was an amazing adventure and I think that pretty well sums up my trip for you.