Idaiho entry 1,

The plane rides were all sleep. I was waiting in the airport in Green Bay this morning and tried to imagine Idaiho. I didn’t know how, after all what more then a potato comes to mind when you think Idaiho?  Now that I am here it is much more like a highland desert suspended in mountains.  It is a nice place.  Tonight we ate dinner at a excellent fish resturant.  I had hazlenut sole-a kind of fish- and it was succulent.  I was so full of joy at the  table I almost cried.  I have not cried tears of joy, except for in worship, in such a long time.  Though they did not show on my face, they were pouring in my mind.  God has been so good to me.  Peace to all.