(I'm so sorry! It's sideways and I don't know how to fix it!)
The team from Nasledie then did a two hour program with the children in the auditorium.
After the team left we had about an hour alone with Igor to visit and share with him the gifts and clothing we brought. Too soon the taxi arrived to take us to Balta, the nearest town with a hotel. We assured Igor that we would return the next day for another visit and climbed into the taxi for a 30 minute jostling, stomach shaking ride to Balta. You've never experienced a road with potholes until you drive on the backroads in Ukraine! We were a little apprehensive of staying in a foreign city, where we didn't even know the alphabet, without an interpreter. But God has been our amazing Provider continuously!! When we arrived at the hotel, there was another tenant who spoke English and interpreted for the landlady. When we walked next door to dinner, the waiter spoke very good English and has actually served with our facilitators as an interpreter for adoptions. He was able to tell us about a restaurant in town that would be open for breakfast the next morning, and even drew us a map and gave us his cell number. Although the bed in the hotel room is not much larger than twin size, there was a fan! And for a couple who has gotten addicted to falling asleep with the sound of a fan, we were elated!
The next morning we set out with our little scrawled map to try and find breakfast. We soon realized that two Americans, trying to find a restaurant in a strange Ukrainian town (even with our simple map) would be like finding a needle in a haystack! I'll save you the long story and suffice it to say that by God's grace alone we finally found the restaurant he was referring to and enjoyed a delicious breakfast. We then walked through a little market place and picked up a few things for lunch that day.
Soon it was time to head back to Pishana. Our friendly (non-English speaking) taxi driver (Boris) showed up and we climbed back into his car for another roller coaster ride to the orphanage. When we arrived we were greeted by lots of friendly children, but no Igor. The children told us Igor was in school (on Saturday?) and took us up to his classroom.
Igor's teacher graciously dismissed him for the afternoon and we had a fabulous afternoon playing with him and the other children!
We even had a chance to see Igor's room:
And here is what happens when you let your camera loving boy get ahold of your Iphone...
All too soon it was time to say goodbye...I can't begin to describe how hard that was for all of us...but especially for Igor. We held each other and prayed together, each of us beseeching our Father in our own language to please reunite us together soon. Then we climbed back in the car with Boris, leaving our hearts and our boy at Pishana. We were so very grateful that as we were leaving, Vanya, an older boy walked up and we were able to use the translator on the phone to ask him to help Igor as we left.
Thank you for praying with us continuously through this journey. We have felt so carried by the prayers of so many. We are overwhelmed to tears every time we think of how many of you are praying with us and sharing this burden with us.