The Final Destination: Are you Prepared? (REALLY?)

My flight was long and tedious. With aching eyes and a skull filled with the worst pressure headache I have ever experienced (I thought that I might explode) I watched the landscape as we started to move. The plane was zooming along the tarmac, then suddenly it was airborne. I was pushed into my seat and feeling nauseous as the plane bumped along, gaining altitude at an extraordinarily slow rate. I wish some of the flight had been in the daylight, I would have liked to see the ocean. But the stars. Oh the stars. They were brighter than I had ever seen them before. I wanted to climb out the window and stand on the wing to greet the stars. They were that beautiful.....who cares if I would have frozen at that altitude?

The turbulence in this flight didn't bother me as much. Was it because I sat by the window, or because I was less stressed? Honestly, probably both. Finally I was on my way, I mean truly on my way, to Wales. I watched two movies (If you guess right you will get e-cookies! And if you don't know what those are...well that's because I just made them up.) ;) It was a six hour flight, leaving at 6:45 pm, and arriving at 7:40am.... except there is a five hour time difference. So even though it is 4:20 pm right now, it is  like 11:20 back home. I think. Either way, I haven't slept since yesterday. Or something like that. And it is starting to affect my thinking. Really, I can feel my brain turning to mush.

I am getting off topic. Sorry....

Where was I. Oh, yes. We landed without difficulty. I didn't leave anything behind. The one problem....I didn't know the address of where I was staying. And customs wanted to know. Like really really know. One guy told me to put down phone numbers, so I did. But when I got up to the lady- after about an hour of waiting in line with a bunch of squirmy, crying, cranky children- I was told I needed an address. She wasn't very nice- it wasn't personal or anything, it was just the need to get the line moving. She sent me away, to find an address I had no way of finding. When she called me back she was more gentle, expressing concern. I was so tired I was having trouble forming sentences, so she took that as me not knowing answers to things and began to wonder if YWAM was legit. (A young woman traveling alone in a foreign land....it is suspect I guess.) Still, I was offended. Though I could see why she wouldn't trust my judgment as I came not knowing where I was going.

In the end:
I was not prepared for immigration
I have not slept since I woke at 8:30 am (Eastern Time) on Saturday morning


Praises:
I easily found my ride
I MADE IT TO YWAM WALES
AND SO DID MY LUGGAGE!!!

On a side note:
there are four other Trainees here. They are all guys. Ha. Ha. Ha. Another girl might be coming. Keep her in your prayers! I want her to come! There are female staff, but that just won't be the same.