Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Breakfast was amazing; I ate at this little diner with my parents, my two sisters, my two nieces, my two “brothers,” and ex-coworkers friends who are like family and their daughter. After we ate we went to the Harrisburg airport to check get this process started. Of course, none of my bags were overweight and they were able to check my luggage all the way through to Port-au-Prince. Once they were checked and gone, we went up to where the security check point line begins and hung out for about 30 or 40 minutes and took some pictures and said our good-byes. Once I was through security, I found my gate and relaxed for a while, checked my email and just thought about the upcoming adventure. The first flight left a lot to be desired. It was only like an hour and a half long, but the plane was three seats wide and a little cramped. I of course, went right to sleep so it did not bother me at all. When we arrived in Chicago, I very calmly, made my way to my next gate, once again having no trouble with security. When at my gate I found this little café and got an apple and some milk for lunch. The next flight was going to be a little longer because it was from Chicago to Miami. It took 3 hours and 20 minutes for this flight and the plan was a six seat wide plane and thankfully I slept for this flight also, because there was a family behind me that was having a really bad argument and I felt bad being able to hear them. When I got to Miami, I was ready to be done flying, which was a good thing because I was due to spend the night at a hotel. After making my way to the shuttle bay, I had to wait about 35 minutes for a shuttle to my hotel to show up. I got on when it was empty and no less than 5 minutes after I got on did it fill with people. The driver was not very good and I think was more concerned with the radio than the road. I was the first stop thankfully, and tipped him and got off. Check in was a piece of cake. I was supposed to be meeting Miss Pat, a full time missionary in the Far West, at the hotel and flying in with her, so I was going to take my stuff up to my room and come back down and eat supper and wait. Coincidently, when the elevator opened she was on it, coming downstairs to see if I had checked in yet, funny how timing works sometimes, isn’t it. Well after we said our hellos, she made sure I didn’t need anything and we set a time for departure in the morning and went our separate ways. I dropped all my stuff in my room, turned the AC down real low and went to the café to get some dinner. The chicken salad I had was really good and the rolls they had there were VERY good. I spent the remainder of the night emailing people, chatting on instant messenger, and on my phone. The next morning we got to the airport in Miami and found our gate and sat down to wait for our flight. Miss Pats last breakfast in the states consisted of Star Bucks coffee and a Danish, mine was a muffin and some MILK. The plane ride to Port-au-Prince was the nicest of them all; it was an eight seat wide plane and VERY comfortable, I still slept the whole way though. The airport in Port-de-Paix was crazy, because of the custom lines and all the people looking for luggage and the lack of traffic control. Thank goodness the mission sends someone to meet us. Once we got our carryon luggage and checked our regular luggage we headed off via tap tap to the outgoing airport. This was a very small and busy airport and the plane that took us to Port-de-Paix was a two seat wide plane and was SCARY. It only held like 30 people, and only went up about 15000 feet.