Dear Romania, 

Hey friend. I got the immence pleasure of staying in your country for the past two months. I was that one crazy American staying in the prettiest three-story home in Craiova, on the upstairs floor, in the cutest room, on the top bunk, that looks out onto one of your beautiful cities. Do you know the one? 

 I really loved you. But. I have to be honest with ya, Romania, I walked through a really hard season in my time spent staying with you. I stuggled big with homesickness. Fun fact, you are thousands and thousands of miles away from my sweet home in Georgia. I shed lots of tears on those beautiful spiral stairs that accompanied our home. I would argue with your time diffrence when I just wanted to talk to my family but it was 3 am their time. And there were days where I layed in that top bunk ready to book a flight home. I was overwhelmed by the spirutal darkness that your country carries. When I went out into Craiova, I felt the darkness laying heavy over our squad. I saw your people so overwhelmed by the beleifs and rules of the orthadox churches that they werent walking in the beautiful freedom Christ offers. Your dreary weather brought on seasonal sadness that no one could have prepped me for. There were times I just wanted to stay home. Sometimes the thought of leaving the comfort of my cozy sleeping bag made me tired.

BUT. Romania, you had your amazing, bright moments and days. Your people filled me with a great joy. Your parks gave me a sweet sence of peace. Your food made my belly so happy. I got to spend my days evangalizing and serving with some of my favorite people.

I want to thank you for requiring all un-vaxxed humans to quarintine when first arriving. I got to spend the sweetest time in quarintine with some friends I didnt hang out with before while I transitioned to your country. Thank you for not always having WIFI so I could process with the Father before processing with my phone. Thank you for hosting Hope Church so Hope Church could host Gap G.

Romania, I love you dearly, but I'm sorry, I can't give you all this credit. My Father brought me through the season of life I spent with you. My Father taught me more than I could have imagined. And my Father brought me comfort when your country coulnd't quite fullfill my heart. Romaina, you are precious and you hold a special, special place in my heart. I cant wait to one day see your country bowing at the Father's feet. I am giddy to watch your country transform to a area once known as a missionary graveyard to a country who is on fire for our God. I'm thankful you were the 1st of the 3 on my Race. Thanks for everything, friend. XOXO

Your fav american, 

Olivia