After saying our goodbyes to the group in California I headed out with my massive backpack and smaller but still as heavy as the bigger backpack, backpack, towards my gate. I was a bit worried about whether or not I was going to be able to make it to my gate or not even just with the weight of the smaller backpack.
Going up the escalator I saw my gate right in front of me. I did not have to speed walk across the whole airport because my gate was just a skip and a hop. I waved my last goodbyes to my friends and family and they left (NO WE DID NOT! WE WAITED!!! Oh, sorry… Daddy is editing and couldn’t help myself). I went to sit down but there were no more seats left so I sat on the floor and did school whilst I waited to board the plane (THAT’S MY GIRL!!!).
Upon landing in Houston, Texas, Eliezer and I found the airport to be like a ghost town. There wasn’t a soul in sight! We had no idea where to go. It seemed as though even the people that were on the plane with us disappeared into thin air. We were lost and had no idea where to go to find our bags. We followed signs until they were no more signs to be followed. We were looking everywhere until we saw the escalator and decided to just go down it not knowing where it would lead. Finally, we saw them! Our massive bags. We picked them up and dawdled out of the airport and towards the curb.
The road was empty. We went back inside and then out another exit and there were just a couple of buses that were parked. I suggested we sit down and message Mumma Susan (Our Texan group mother) and find out how far away she was and if she knew where was best for us to wait. No reply. It was 4 am and I was worried that Susan might have still been at home in bed asleep (Or like Dad, still up working).
Finally Eliezer called Susan and she said she was arriving at the airport. We walked to one of the exits and were about to go to another one when we heard a car racing down the street (Hahaha, everything’s bigger AND faster in Texas). There was Susan. I walked down to her so ready to just fall asleep in the car, especially because I had been feeling pretty ill. I put my bags in the boot (trunk) and quickly hopped into the backseat so I could lie down and sleep. I was offered the front seat, but allowed Eliezer to go instead of me so that he could talk to Susan and let them catch up.
We were at Susan’s for about a week and I had my head in the books the whole time (So proud). Little did I know that Susan had organized a surprise for me (So grateful to her). I didn’t know it but she had organised for one of her friends from church to do a photoshoot with me the day before our departure for Spain. It was nice to take a break from school, get all dressed up, and the photos turned out great.
On Wednesday we left Susan’s farm to go back to the airport. This time our airport experience was a no-brainer. We didn’t get lost and were able to find our gate pretty easily. Houston’s Bush Airport is beautiful. There were trees everywhere and rocking chairs in one part of it. We sat down and waited for our flight to commence boarding. I was still feeling a bit ill but did not really think anything of it.
Once we got onto the plane, we found that we (Eliezer and I) each had the middle seat on the same row. I was sat next to a little old lady and on the window seat there was this huge fella that looked like a beast. I imagined he was probably an American football player. The plane started taxiing down the runway and as it started to lift off the ground the guy next to me was breathing very heavily and was very jumpy. I glanced over at him and it looked like he was saying a little prayer.
Once we were up and away the turbulence started. The lady next to me was fine and was doing her crossword puzzle with not a care in the world. The guy next to me was grabbing onto the seat in front of him as well as the little arm rest between us. All of a sudden the plane dropped quite a bit and the guy started freaking out and tried to grab the armrest but missed and grabbed onto my leg instead. He quickly realised his error and apologized. He explained that he didn’t mean to grab me. I went back to watching a movie.
The turbulence had subsided a bit when all of a sudden I started to get really bad pain in my sinuses. I didn’t know what to do. The pain was mostly in my forehead. I felt like my head was about to burst and my eyes were going to pop right out of their sockets. I stopped watching the movie on my phone and held my head in my hands. I really wanted the two-hour flight which had barely just begun to be over. I was in complete agony. I felt bubbles all over my face that would not go away no matter what I did. I then remembered that I had the medicine Susan had given me for my sinuses when I had arrived at her house. I took some of that and some headache medicine. No position was comfortable. I thought I was going to throw up, faint and die. It was awful. Finally, we began our descent into Miami. As we began our final approach I started to feel a bit better. I thought about all the flights yet to take until we’d arrive in Madrid (We do things on the cheap). This was going to be a long couple of days.
Once on the ground in Miami we went to collect our bags. Then we walked for what seemed like an eternity to the next place where we had to check-in (From a United flight to an American flight). We had arrived at about 11 pm and our flight wasn’t until 1 pm the following day (Their domestic flights were $50 each and they didn’t have to get between airports). Services at the airport seemed mostly shut-up so we were going to have to wait at the check-in place until the next day when people started arriving for their flights.
We found a place where it looked like everyone who was in a similar predicament went to sleep and wait until the next day. We sat down and I opened my laptop. I was going to try to finish my school (Can I just say she managed it and STILL got straight A’s). Eliezer went to sleep and woke up, went walk about, came back and watched movies, slept again and repeated all of this until the next day. I did school until the morning. I was really exhausted but had to finish my work so I did not sleep (WELL DONE LORENZY!!!). As soon as the first coffee shop opened I was there to get as much caffeine as they would give me so I could stay awake.
At about 8am Eliezer woke up and had so much energy he started dancing and flipping in the airport entrance. As soon as I finished all of my school work I was ready to sleep but it was time to check-in and go through security. I went to check-in on the little American Airlines kiosk they have at the airports and it said “Error, wait for assistance.” I went up to one of the airline’s agents and told them what the screen had said and so he tried making it work but it didn’t. He told me to go get my stuff and to go to talk at the desk with someone else. I went to get my stuff and get in line when I heard everyone around me start to freak out and say to each other, “Oh my gosh! Look over there! It’s Gucci Mane! There he goes!” I looked over and it was him. He was walking away to another part of the airport.
I was abruptly interrupted by the American Airlines attendant who yelled, “Next please!” I walked over and she checked me in and without a problem. We passed security and went to wait at our gate. We sat down and as were doing so an inbound call appeared on my phone. It was our best friend, Jane (From Rochester, New York). We talked with her for a while and then I went to go and get more coffee because I still hadn’t slept, but we were going to board the plane soon. I called Jonny (My boyfriend) and talked to him about how my trip had gone so far and we chatted until I had to board the plane.
We were on our way to Charlotte and I could feel the agony in my head begin to return as we took off. I immediately took some more pills so that the pain would ease more quickly but the effects didn’t kick-in straight away. Again I had my head in my hands waiting for the flight to be over. I was praying intensely that the pain would go away so that I could maybe sleep. I had taken the pills too late because the pain didn’t go away until almost the end of the flight. By this time, I was so exhausted and I just remember that when we arrived in Charlotte we went to our gate and talked to Jane and Jonny some more.
Finally, we were on the plane that mattered, American Airlines flight 748, Charlotte to Madrid. This was the one that would take us to our FINAL destination in Spain. I’d been looking forward to this flight because it was our last but also because I really love going on long flights (ME TOO, ME TOO, MEEE TOOO!!!). The food, the movies, it all gets me excited (DITTO!!!).
We boarded our flight and found our seats. I was laughing at Eliezer because I saw that he had a middle seat. It looked like I had an aisle seat which I was excited about but then when we got on the plane I saw that there were two seats on the sides and four in the middle so I was also going to be in the middle. He started laughing at me and said that it was karma and that was why I was in the middle seat as well.
When we found our seats and sat down Eliezer’s face quickly changed and he looked at me. “My screen does not work….” Then I was the one laughing again. We were waiting for the people that were going to sit on either side of us to come and they never came. We each had an extra seat to ourselves which was awesome so we could spread out a little bit more.
Our plane took off and once again the pain started. I was exhausted and had not slept a wink yet. I took some more pills and then the flight attendants came along with their carts offering food and refreshments. I was so tired and wanted to sleep but I also wanted to eat so I forced myself to stay awake. As soon as I got my food I ate some of it and then fell asleep. I was in so much pain but was also so tired, so I fell asleep quickly. I woke up after only a few hours and spent the rest of the flight watching movies. I was very nervous about going through immigration and wondered if the people from YWAM would remember that we were coming and if they were going to come and collect us.
They did remember to pick us up and they took us straight to the YWAM (Youth With A Mission) base. I was exhausted and let Eliezer do all the talking. Once we arrived I was showed my room and met one of the girls that was in the same flat (room) as myself. She showed me around and then at 4:30pm I fell asleep and did not wake up until 6:30am. This is where I’ve gotten to so far.
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