Why Visit Detroit Michigan?

Detroit Skyline

The only mission trip I've ever gone on was one to Detroit, Michigan. Our church's youth group did neighborhood surveys for a local church. They also held sports camps in the afternoon, did concerts in the evening, and after dinner, passed out 9V batteries to be used to replace the old ones in smoke detectors. My "mission" was to feed our 3-month-old, watch the 4-year-old, and occasionally wash dinner dishes. 

On the last night there, hubby loaded up the students and our four-too-young-for-youth-group-children and took us all to a spot in downtown Detroit where we could see Canada across the river. Would you believe Canada looks very much like the US?

Bridge and View from Detroit to Canada

From there, we drove to some outlet mall in Northern Detroit. All 66 members of our group sat down for dinner in the Rainforest Cafe. Cool place. Really really nice manager. Our waiter was nice too. And that came in handy when I waved my hand to show Middle Child where his drink was and ended up hitting the cup of steamy hot marinara. Hand burn. 

Nice Waiter kindly brought out some burn cream and a huge band-aid. Since my right hand ached, I had to eat my dinner with my left hand. Not an easy task.

The Adorable Three-Year-Old decided she wanted to eat one of her daddy's shrimp skewers. I didn't know she liked coconut shrimp, but she did. (Back then she liked what everyone else was eating . . . except salad, which she called "leaves.") I decided to adjust her shrimp so she wouldn't eat the tail and ended up sticking the skewer into my finger. Once again, we appealed to Nice Waiter for a band-aid.

I left the restaurant with a throbbing right hand and a throbbing left pointer finger.

Ever had an experience forever turn you off to something?