When my alarm clock started beeping at 5:30 am on Sunday morning, I was tired. Not just sleepy-eyed, tussled-hair tired, but deep-to-the-bone tired. Between conferences, lesson planning, parasites, battles with taxi drivers, constant attention, and hours and hours of travel, these past few weeks have been exhausting. My memory of that fuzzy state between waking and sleep is unclear, but I’m sure I groaned a few times, and I certainly had no desire to roll out of bed.
But I had promised my sweet 7th graders that I would go to the tea plantation, Jamus, with them.
Really though, who could say no to this wacky bunch?!
Worth a Journey 