Camp Martha

Guess who came to visit me this week?!?!? SHE did. 

Juliet. The one on the left. Also known as Jenna Brooke Kuntzman, my very dear friend from Cairo. She is the one who described me as "Martha Stewart with a flare of spaz-spunk," effectively christening me Martha in our circle of friends. We were in the same life group. And on the same youth staff. And frequently made dinner plans together. Together, we survived a middle-eastern revolution while eating chocolate chips, drinking Diet Coke, watching the news, and rolling our eyes as GJ forced us to watch Dumb and Dumber, some dumb movie that boys like. She shares my January birthday, and threw me a surprise party this year. We stayed up til 4:30 am on Christmas morning talking, and though we've only been friends for about 8 months, we think we should have been friends forever. This week, she left the small town of Detroit, and came to visit me in the thriving metropolis that I call one of my homes.

After picking Jenna up at RDU, we enjoyed a yummy lunch at Qdoba, then sat in our front porch rockers and drank delicious toasted coconut coffee. As we set out for a short, 2 mile run before dinner, Jenna remarked that this vacation was kind of like bootcamp, and thus our week was affectionately named Camp Martha, a combination of bootcamp and baking. Fun times.