Next we headed up into the mountains to visit the small tribal village where my family spent many years when I was a child. When we lived in the village, it was accessible only by small bush plane or by hiking for 2 days on small trails like this one you see here; the trails were so difficult in places that even a horse could not make it.

Now, however, there is a logging road that goes right up into the village! While we were thankful for 4-wheel drive several times, it was a great road - better than the government roads down in the "lowlands". As far as we are concerned, there is no place on earth more beautiful than "our" mountains - it is absolutely spectacular up there. Pictures of course don't do it justice...

We were amazed when we even saw a roadsign directing us to our village!

Here is the little village we grew up in. Where grass huts used to stand, now there are concrete buildings, and where there was only a river crossing, now there is a bridge. So much has changed, but it still had the feel of home.

Ok, I REALLY didn't want to put this next picture in - for obvious reasons. The traditional skirt I was wearing that folds in the middle adds 20 lbs, and the camera added another 20... But I decided to show you anyway because it shows my best friend, Solyn, from when I was a kid. She now has 4 little ones of her own. When we pulled up into the middle of the village, people came running up from all over to hug on us. Even though they did not know we were coming and hadn't seen us for 10 years, people recognized us and came running up from all over to hug on us. We were amazed at how many people were still there in that same village - it was wonderful to see everyone again.

It was also so fun to be able to show the kids my favorite places as a kid. This rock was our slide when I was little. And we spent hours in this river, playing in the rapids and jumping off the rocks.


We spent the night in an empty house (ours has long since fallen apart since it was only made of bamboo and grass). It was a little hard to fall asleep since we did not have mosquito nets, and we saw lots of cockroaches and a bat inside before we went to bed. Neither of those bothered us at all, but we all got chewed up by the mosquitos - the kids were particularly bad. Zach was the winner (loser?) with 63 bites - just on his face! His legs were just as covered, but I didn't have time to count all those.

In addition to showing off our favorite places, we also spent some time visiting with some of our favorite people. Here is a picture of Ben with my best friend's youngest child. Both boys had fun holding these tiny puppies - I don't know if the puppies enjoyed it as much...
Our time in the village, short though it was, was priceless. We definitely hope to go back soon. We told the church leaders there (that my dad spent so many years discipling - the church there is doing GREAT by the way) that Steve and I are headed down to plant churches amongst the Agta in Bicol, and they expressed interest in partnering with us in that by sending some men. Who knows if it will actually come to be, but we hope the next time we go up to do some training and recruiting. It would be amazing if God would use the church my parents established in one tribal village to partner with us to reach a different tribal group.