Our layover in DC went smoothly, as did the flight to Brussels from DC.
I passed out on that flight for the first hour or so after taking Benadryl, but unfortunately was awake for the entire rest of it, my *stinky* seat mate managed to sleep through all of the night flight. We got the awesome opportunity of flying over Ireland & watching the sunrise! They were both beautiful!
The long flight times have my body legs and feet all swollen - and painful!
The flight into Belgium was beautiful, it was fun to see all the patchwork farming lands and the red roofed houses!
Now we are all just chilling waiting till it's time to go through security and take off on our last leg of the journey!
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EEK! Security was a lot tighter, this time. Some people got "patted" down, to include in the wasteband.. not fun! But we all survived, and took a mini shuttle over to a different terminal - and a whole other world of an airport! I feel as though we are somewhere completely different, and it's exciting to see most of our fellow passengers are African, many in their native dress!
We decided to play some Phase 10 while waiting for our flight,
I have no idea how I am even still awake!! When we stopped walking across the terminal I literally started falling over because of exhaustion. Sleep count: Sunday night - four hours, Monday night - two hours, Tuesday night (flight) - one hour. OUCH! And know it is Tuesday afternoon.
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38 hours of traveling is supposed to be horrendous.
And I suppose it is exhausting, and a restlessness is starting to set in, but really - I'm okay with being frozen in time. I'm okay with a constant, for I know I don't want to go back home, but I also DON'T know what is for me once I step off the plane. Once the traveling is done.
I really am just trying to not think, apart from in the moment. Because I, frankly, don't know how to think about such a broad unknown. I no longer know what day it is, nor what time. But I know I'm an hour away from Liberia - from the place God has called me to go.
We are sitting in the Ivory Coast (Abidjan, Cote d'Ivoire ) on a layover (a long and obnoxious one) and it is SO strange that I'm actually IN AFRICA! and that I was actually IN EUROPE just a few hours ago. WEIRD.
The plane is full of kids, and beautiful African people in their native dress.
Heidi & I share a row of four seats- we anxiously waited for the attendants to close the plane (before any seat mates arrived, lol) because I, nor Heidi, have slept barely a wink since leaving Seattle. You could say we've straight up passed the point of exhaustion. I completely passed out across my TWO luxurious seats for the last hour flight into Monrovia, into the unknown.
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