I Got Arrested

Thankfully, I was blessed to have been raised in a family where international travel was a norm and formed countless childhood memories, so the idea of moving abroad wasn’t really a huge issue. However, this trip was different. At 22 years, I was now considered an “adult” capable of taking care of myself. Up to this point, I had always travelled under the watchful eye of my family, my university in study abroad courses, or even the church on mission trips. Consequently, the details of what it looked like to be a responsible traveller were not my high priority.

With this in mind, when I whisked through customs and someone stamped my passport and told me I had 90 days, it went in one ear and out the other. The only thought in my mind was “I have arrived in Botswana for my next great adventure!”