There is something so exciting about flying to me! I have the window seat and so I have a stellar view of the gridwork below. We have just started our flight from Atlanta to Port-au-Prince. The transition between flights was quick and calculated. We were missionaries on a mission! There was a slight hiccup at our F11 gate when we found out that four of our members didnt have seats on our flight! They had overbooked our flightand we had to rely on the kindness of strangers to change their flight a full 24 hours later. Those with tickets in our group boarded with reluctance as we were assured that our team mates would have a seat, but without their presence as proof. We waited with anticipation as we saw Tom and Lloyd enter the plane. We still needed Carry and Matt before we could sigh with relief.
Finally, in the last moments of boarding we saw their faces emerge at the from of the placeand we cheered loud enough for them (and the rest of the plane) to hear. We are all very grateful that each of us have a seat. Our bellies are full or are filling with Butch's quickly bought sandwhiches and salads. Most will take this opportunity to take a cat nap in the midst of this wild day. We know what we have in store as soom as we touch down and this might be our last chance for rest. I should follow suit, if I can. The excitement might proove to be the victor in my subconcious. Oh, and also Butch's snoring might keep me awake, too!
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