48 hours of--TRAVEL
well the trip has officially begun!
so far there's nothing to report, nothing to tell. pretty cut and dry over here. travel time underway.
except for the fact that on my first flight i sat windowside. now this may not seem like a big deal, and in reality it's NOT a big deal at all. when i fly, it doesn't matter to me whether i sit aisle, window, beside a crying baby (ok well i might mind that a little bit), in between two strangers (i actually enjoy this because it's a great chance to meet interesting people), or otherwise. i'm not picky. however today, sitting windowside was a blessing.
because i like the sky.
more specifically, i love sunsets. i love the stars. and i love imagining God upstairs painting away with glorious colors for our evening pleasure, flicking specks of paint across a black canvas for our nighttime enjoyment, and taking pictures of us during a lightening storm. i just KNOW He has so much fun! and i appreciate His play time. one thing i dont every really get to appreciate, however, are sunrises. i'm never up early enough for these ;) but at my window seat on the plane today, i thoroughly enjoyed God's wake up call and His reminder that He's constant, faithful, and magnificant.
moving right along, i'll tell you something else i appreciate. and that is the plethora of people in airports. bc it's so entertaining. people watching at its best. i could tell you about the lady who sported incredibly fake (really long) hair, incredibly fake (really long) eyelashes, and terribly fake Louis Vuitton bags (ok you caught me--how do i know if they are fake or not? i dont. i'm just assuming, given my context clues. *shrug*). or i could tell you about a couple who looked kinda like hillbillies and turned out to be just your ordinary everyday Russians flying back to Moscow. or about the super nice pilot who helped me tremendously in finding my way around the maize of the JFK airport.
but rather, i'll mention this lady from...africa maybe?? that's how she was dressed and she came over to me to ask me a question and that's what she sounded like too. and fyi, i didnt understand a word she was saying. it was english alright, but not very clear. the only thing i got out of it was that she needed a pen(she used hand gestures). for those who dont know, i love pens. i mean, i dont collect them or anything so dont go out buying me a pen for my birthday b/c i'll be like 'ohh thanks alot' but i do like pens, they come in handy, and im usually protective of them. during school, i made double sure my friends gave me back the pens they would borrow from me. (thanks for dealing with me, guys). but this particular lady needed a pen and i let her borrow the one i had. i pretty much didn't expect to get it back and was already scheming in my head if i had time or not to visit a gift shop and buy myself a new pen while waiting on my next flight. but about 35 minutes later, this african lady who i couldn't understand at all returned my pen and then said the only thing i could understand--and really the only thing i needed to hear-- "thank you, God bless you".
indeed. God bless us all and let us remember that we dont have to do anything big or costly to show a kind gesture. the little things matter.
now, let me try to paint you another picture. imagine it. i am sitting waiting on the flight to jordan at my gate. when i got to the gate there were limited places to sit. i found one of the only open chairs and made my way towards it. the entire gate is filled with famlies. i am the only american (that i could see/tell). i sit down in my chosen chair and proceed to read. well my seat is surrounded by 1..2..3..5..no, 7 jordanian children--ages 1 to circa 11. (all, minus the one year old, at least bilingual might i add. a great skill) and so i sit. in the midst of this junglegym that most adults call a gate. crumbs cover the floor 270 degrees around my body--bread? crackers? cheerios? not sure. toys are flailing back and forth in front of my face. an hour left til boarding.
it's quite hilarious really.
PS. money exchange: things are cheap for me in Istanbul but expensive for me in Jordan.
PSS. i like Turkish Airlines alot and am definitely not a fan of Delta..
so far there's nothing to report, nothing to tell. pretty cut and dry over here. travel time underway.
except for the fact that on my first flight i sat windowside. now this may not seem like a big deal, and in reality it's NOT a big deal at all. when i fly, it doesn't matter to me whether i sit aisle, window, beside a crying baby (ok well i might mind that a little bit), in between two strangers (i actually enjoy this because it's a great chance to meet interesting people), or otherwise. i'm not picky. however today, sitting windowside was a blessing.
because i like the sky.
more specifically, i love sunsets. i love the stars. and i love imagining God upstairs painting away with glorious colors for our evening pleasure, flicking specks of paint across a black canvas for our nighttime enjoyment, and taking pictures of us during a lightening storm. i just KNOW He has so much fun! and i appreciate His play time. one thing i dont every really get to appreciate, however, are sunrises. i'm never up early enough for these ;) but at my window seat on the plane today, i thoroughly enjoyed God's wake up call and His reminder that He's constant, faithful, and magnificant.
moving right along, i'll tell you something else i appreciate. and that is the plethora of people in airports. bc it's so entertaining. people watching at its best. i could tell you about the lady who sported incredibly fake (really long) hair, incredibly fake (really long) eyelashes, and terribly fake Louis Vuitton bags (ok you caught me--how do i know if they are fake or not? i dont. i'm just assuming, given my context clues. *shrug*). or i could tell you about a couple who looked kinda like hillbillies and turned out to be just your ordinary everyday Russians flying back to Moscow. or about the super nice pilot who helped me tremendously in finding my way around the maize of the JFK airport.
but rather, i'll mention this lady from...africa maybe?? that's how she was dressed and she came over to me to ask me a question and that's what she sounded like too. and fyi, i didnt understand a word she was saying. it was english alright, but not very clear. the only thing i got out of it was that she needed a pen(she used hand gestures). for those who dont know, i love pens. i mean, i dont collect them or anything so dont go out buying me a pen for my birthday b/c i'll be like 'ohh thanks alot' but i do like pens, they come in handy, and im usually protective of them. during school, i made double sure my friends gave me back the pens they would borrow from me. (thanks for dealing with me, guys). but this particular lady needed a pen and i let her borrow the one i had. i pretty much didn't expect to get it back and was already scheming in my head if i had time or not to visit a gift shop and buy myself a new pen while waiting on my next flight. but about 35 minutes later, this african lady who i couldn't understand at all returned my pen and then said the only thing i could understand--and really the only thing i needed to hear-- "thank you, God bless you".
indeed. God bless us all and let us remember that we dont have to do anything big or costly to show a kind gesture. the little things matter.
now, let me try to paint you another picture. imagine it. i am sitting waiting on the flight to jordan at my gate. when i got to the gate there were limited places to sit. i found one of the only open chairs and made my way towards it. the entire gate is filled with famlies. i am the only american (that i could see/tell). i sit down in my chosen chair and proceed to read. well my seat is surrounded by 1..2..3..5..no, 7 jordanian children--ages 1 to circa 11. (all, minus the one year old, at least bilingual might i add. a great skill) and so i sit. in the midst of this junglegym that most adults call a gate. crumbs cover the floor 270 degrees around my body--bread? crackers? cheerios? not sure. toys are flailing back and forth in front of my face. an hour left til boarding.
it's quite hilarious really.
PS. money exchange: things are cheap for me in Istanbul but expensive for me in Jordan.
PSS. i like Turkish Airlines alot and am definitely not a fan of Delta..
~ "we are usually more alike than we are different" ~
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