I’m here. So strange and yet so natural. Everything is new, but somehow it feels
vaguely familiar. Then again, I have
only been here for a few hours so…we’ll see.
People
I Met
·
A
group of precious oldies, who acted like they had been friends for ages, were
on their way to Ireland.
·
One
teenage girl from Mexico, with a giant sequined sombrero, was traveling for a
student exchange program in India. She
sat in my row with one empty spot in between.
She was traveling alone.
·
One
girl my age who is taking some time off from school in New York to travel in
India because her dad is Indian. She was
traveling alone.
[CONFIDENCE BOOSTER: If a high schooler and a college student can
go to India alone, I can certainly get through customs alone!]
“What’s
going on in there?”
There was this older man on my
flight that used the same restroom stall several times. At least a couple of times he couldn’t figure
out how to open the stall door. This
resulted in his banging like crazy on the door from the inside until someone
broke it open for him to get out. Poor
guy. It is no fun being locked inside a
bathroom stall…been there.
Sleeping
So, it is kind of hard for me to
sleep on planes. I slept a little, but
mostly just sat there or read….for 15 hours.
At one point I looked around the dimly lit cabin. All of these Indian people were just cuddled
up and sleeping. Some had blankets
pulled up to their chins. Some
snored. Some laid flat down across a row
of seats. All so sweet. I found myself at that moment with a
deepening affection for them. People
look so sweet while they sleep.
Quotes
from internal voice
·
About
certain dishes of Indian airplane food, in my mom-of-a-toddler mentality: “You
have to eat this. It will build
character. Get used to it and get over
yourself...Good, now three more bites of that.”
·
“Be
strong and courageous. Everything is
going to be fine. The Lord provides.”
·
As
we touched down: “Don’t freak out. But,
you’re in India.”
I love this. Don't freak out, but you're in India.
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