At Oracle of Delphi, Greece, Annie also danced at the amphitheater.
“Mom, what should we expect when we arrive at the bus station in Kazakhstan? Who are we going to meet and where will we be? ” I asked repetitively.
“Mom, you haven’t answered my questions every time that I asked you, what are we to expect in Kazakhstan?”
Soon enough, my question was answered through a phone call. Continue reading Overflowing Cups