On the Way to Sebring

I left Muncie on Saturday morning at around 9:30 and drove through a torrential downpour until I arrived at around 7 PM in Kennasaw, Georgia. I stopped at a Starbucks and looked online for a hotel. I used Priceline for the first time and was pleasantly surprised to find an $80 hotel room for $40. And it was nice with its little kitchenette and powerful shower. The only bad things about it was being able to hear every car that passed on the water-logged road outside the hotel. There was a constant swishing sound that occasionally was accompanied by the engine breaking of large trucks as they descended the hill.

I slept well, but before I went to bed I ate some of the best Thai food I’ve ever had. Though I will never learn not to order things extra spicy when I eat at an Asian restaurant that doubles as someone’s house, I was able to sleep despite the nice burn that lingered in my acidic gut. I had Spicy Thai Vegetables with Tofu at Bangkok Cabin. They were hotter than hell, if I believed in hell, but so delicious. I tried to enjoy myself on the way down to Florida. I listened to the bible up through Ezra, to which a friend responded, “I don’t know if that makes me love you, or makes you insane.” Both. I also listened to Monster by Walter Dean Myers and tons of music. The last thing I really remember listening to was an excellent sermon by Alistair Begg about the authority of scripture; he encouraged his listeners and his congregants to always question and double-check what they hear from his pulpit. I heard it somewhere in northern Florida, which is appropriate since the stretch from Atlanta to Orlando has probably made some people lose their faith.