Fighting over Fritos

We are so glad that my parents came back to Budapest on Saturday for their third visit. My dad, also named Tom, works for Campus Crusade for Christ at the headquarters in Orlando. He is coming to work with our staff in Bulgaria and here in Budapest do some planning for a major Jesus Film Campaign next year in Bulgaria. We are so thankful to have them here!!!

Last night we opened the boxes that they brought for us. They were filled with wonderful things from America that we can't get over here. There was Pace Picante Sauce, Ranch Style Beans, Green Chilis, ZipLoc Bags, medicines, toys for the kids, and much more (I need to start charging those sponsors for mentioning them here).

When we opened one of the boxes, Valerie realized that a bag of Fritos had ripped open in transit. She yelled "Fritos" and both of us started shoveling the loose Fritos into our mouths. We hadn't thought about Fritos in a long time, but when we put the first one in our mouth, we couldn't get enough. We kept digging down farther and farther into the box to get all of the loose chips. We were starved for some American flavors and those chips were just what we needed. After the last Frito was gone, we were slightly embarrased by our ravenous binge, but still enjoying the great taste in our mouths. I never thought Fritos could bring so much joy!!!