Alright y'all...so I China came back into my dreams last night.  It was crazy!  I was talking to my friends from church and we were discussing something or another.  All of a sudden, the landscape behind us changed and morphed into the mountians of southwest China with a fog interspersed through them.  Oh...it was so beautiful!  I just stopped talking and my friends turned around to look and about died when they saw the mountains.  If there is one thing I wish I could describe to those who don't know it (other than the feeling of having Jesus Christ living inside my heart) it would be the mountains of Guangxi.  I just don't know how to describe them at all..they were just wonderful.  God really had a good time putting those together. 

So, then, my friends and are are walking around Yangshuo just having a big old time.  We're going down to the river, watching the men fish from the bamboo rafts.  We're looing at the statues...watching some kids run around.  We started climbing up this one hill to find the hotel that I stayed at, but my mom knocked on the door to wake me up right then, so I didn't finish.  That dream just reminded me of all that I loved about China, everything.  If I could smell in my dreams, that would make it even better because nothing beats the smell of China. 

Ok, I'm done reminiscing...just thought I'd share it with y'all!  God bless!