Heavy laden

The first of our Bible school teams arrived yesterday afternoon.  Joe and I fixed a spaghetti dinner, after which we had a brief meeting.  Tesco, a large grocery store comparable to Walmart, is down the hill from the seminary where we're all staying. It's a good place to shop.  

However, twelve people more than two,  something I hadn't considered until we made our purchases. There were no taxis around, and we had no phone. Not that a taxi dispatcher would understand our minimal Czech over the phone.  

Joe and I glared at each other and divided the load.  The pack I carry to ETSU every day weighs between eight and ten pounds; our grocery bags probably weighed fifteen.  Joe had it worse than I did-- he carried six two liter bottles of fizzy water up a quarter mile hill.  I wouldn't have let him, but I couldn't budge the things. 

Due to our physical fitness, an adrenaline rush or the grace of God, we made it up to the seminary.  I was proud of myself. 

After his ordeal, Joe didn't want to be photographed.