Garry came up with a plan to trick Max so he would not know where we were going, which sort of worked until we got the airport in Dnepro at 5 am, last Thursday morning and there were no flights to Simferopol. His cover story was we had to go there for Max's high school diploma (this fall he started working on this mostly on the internet but he had to go there for the exams, we are still not sure how this will work now that Crimea is part of Russia) Max had suspected something was going on, but decided to trust God that it would be good.
|Sand, sun, swimming and camels at the beach!|
Garry told people at the resort that they were our adopted Ukrainian kids (the first day I was not feeling well and resting while they went around in the afternoon, and he was tired of people assuming he had a young Ukrainian girlfriend) and they enjoyed the week long stay. Max really enjoyed swimming in the Red Sea and playing volleyball on the beach.
Everyone got lots of sun and we went out on a boat trip for snorkeling to see the tropical fish and coral reefs and saw dolphins up close one afternoon. We arrived back here Thursday evening and our friends who stayed here while we were gone told us they attended the village church where Max goes on Sunday and during prayer time they asked for prayer for safety for us while we were in Crimea, so they put up their hands and let them in on the secret. The congregation were happy for him and then prayed that Maxim would enjoy his rest by the sea.
While we were gone we checked on the news from Ukraine on the BBC, and now that we are back it seems that Eastern Ukraine is still having problems, so we are checking out the news morning and night for developments, but Garry plans to start planting corn on Monday.