That fact aside, I arrived in Monterey safe and sound, but not feeling so great. This is our lovely hotel—who could ask for anything more luxurious?
Even though I immediately began taking a strong probiotic, my final night in Monterey was pretty painful and I wondered if I’d make it home. I prayed all night that I wouldn’t have to remain in Monterey alone. Once again, the Lord answered, and although I wasn’t well for the trip home, I was good enough to get on the plane. I’ve visited the doctor since my return. Still no answers, still not feeling great, but if I’m going to be sick, I’d rather be at home and I’m so very thankful the Lord gave me the strength to make those flights.
Oh, yes—I also had the pleasure of hearing John Steinbeck tell us about his life on Cannery Row—I bet you thought he’d died!
SUPER HOT IDEA for a new novel.