The entertainment of travel

Well, hello everyone...but really it is only myself reading this right now because I have not actually invited anyone to read this yet! However, I am hoping to have some obsessive followers...it will be shameful to do all this typing for the pleasure of myself.

I can't believe it, but I am actually living in New Zealand right now. However, the flight experience leading to New Zealand I would not have wanted to miss for it made for great remembrances. First, there was the nauseaus man who ended sitting next "to who" on the plane?? Correct...lucky ole me! After a wonderful conversation, I notice him beginning to prepare his barf bag, which he then informed me that he normally throws up on planes. Of coure, my heart was rejoicing as he continued to share how on an earlier flight he had thrown up and the bag burst and went on those sitting next to him. I know you all may actually find this humorous...however, my heart laughed on the outside but truly wanted to give him some pill to knock him out for the entire trip! He then proceeded to say that I seemed like a person of grace so he felt as though I would be fine with the situation. BOY was he wrong! I guess that makes me a really good faker though huh. Finally, halfway through the trip, the boy begins to spit in his bag...yes I am saying spit. Disgusting huh, bless his little heart. Thankfully, I had to use the restroom or the loo as New Zealanders say tremendously bad...which was awesome timing. So, when I get back, I find out that he has thrown his bag away. However, towards the end of the flight, he felt nauseaus again, and the horrible thing is that WE HAD NO BARF BAG for him and he wasn't interested in asking for one! AHHHH! Talking about a plane ride that leads you to prayer!

Then, my next flight I ended up sitting in between two sweet older married gentleman. One loved New Zealand so much that he literally would NOT stop talking about it. He even pulled out a map and began sharing everything he knew about the North Island, I then began to notice that his map had the South Island on the back...my palms began to sweat as I feared his passion was so great for the country that he couldn't withstand not sharing the full spill. To make matters worse, I had about an prior taken a dramamine, which I was desperately beginning to feel the affects of. But this sweet man loved sharing so much that the constant lowering of the eyes meant nothing to him. Then, my fear became a reality, as he turned the map over to show me what???? EVERYTHING HE KNEW ABOUT THE SOUTH ISLAND! Then, a few hours later, the other gentleman on the other side of me, noticed that I ended up not sleeping well...this was the 10 1/2 hour flight. So, he offered me a sleeping pill...I have never been one to take medicine from strangers, so if any kids are reading this, DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT! However, I did this one time and might I say, it was the best thing ever! It knocked me out for probably a good 6-7 hours!

After we landed in Fiji, we had about an 3 hour layover. So, as I am sitting down relaxing and reading the book "Blue Like Jazz", I look up and begin to fear in my heart thinking surely this is not happening, but it was true...the sweet old man on the plane who loves New Zealand WANTED TO JOIN ME. So, then the stories continued!

As I have told you all the stories that made me smile, I must say that the Lord truly encouraged me through the flights and layovers. I truly did meet some great people during that time...one female that I plan on meeting up with in a few weeks or so.

Soli Deo Gloria!