A DayOr Two Of Airports

I am sitting here in Orlando airport listening to a door alarm that was successfully silenced after about ten minutes and reactivated for another round of piercing annoyance. So far we thought we lost a bag but are not sure. It brings back memories of Honduras. We are not actually sure how many extra bags we brought. My cell phone was not working this AM but after shutting it off it came back to life. We got word of a terrible accident in Papua New Guinea involving a Wycliffe expedition and spent time in prayer for them. Called the kids and still have about an hour until we fly to Washington, DC.
Leaving Orlando we were scattered all over the plane. I traded seats with Carolyn and got to sit in the hero (EXIT) row. I always wanted to sit in that row for a chance to be a hero but really because it has so much leg room. Glenda was sitting right behind me chatting with her seat mate. Her voice has soft cadence which lulled me right to sleep and when the Englishman next to me elbowed me awake and when the flight attendant offered something I was able to nod right back off. Carolyn took my seat assignment so she could have the aisle seat. That she felt would help her tendency to be less than comfortable at high altitudes. We had a very smooth flight until getting close to Dulles. It was then Carolyn insisted her row of seats began doing loop de loops (I must clarify here that unless I was in a really deep sleep my row never did). When questioned she said it actually might have been doing loopy loops. Anyway at that point the woman next to her quickly inquired whether Carolyn was a Christian. I guess the woman figured if anything happened she did not want to be to blame for Carolyn’s eternal loss. After that they had a good conversation about their faith and I think it helped Carolyn face the landing with a little more confidence.
My repeated references to my Mexico trip have inspired one member to start a Mexico count. Soon it became the “M” word. When I switched to using Latin America, Mitla and Oaxaca another member’s response is “Don’t you really mean MEXICO?”
Once in the terminal (I hate it that your destination in flying is called “terminal”) we all shared our in flight stories with a great deal of good natured laughter. Of course we also took another stab at figuring out where the mystery bag was. I am convinced that it was checked but all the loose ends are not yet satisfactorily knotted.
We boarded the big blue and white plane and took off for Zurich. One of our members brought on herself repeated reprimands for having her luggage sticking out in the aisle. The flight was smooth and we slept with some success. Some had more success than others. After a safe landing I was shocked by a certain member’s animated description of “the man she slept with last night”. We will be here in Zurich for about 4 hours. The time is six hours ahead of Orlando as will be the time in Cameroon. Coming into Zurich I was hoping to catch a glimpse of the Alps but it was cloudy and a bit foggy as we taxied in. The sun is getting a little higher in the sky and the mist is now burning off. One of the best features of the gate we are waiting in is that there are no arms on the connected seats. I tried to take advantage of that immediately but all the flash cameras going off and the comments getting me to laugh made me realize it might not be possible to get any sleep. Then as soon as I sat up everyone had urgent business elsewhere leaving Bob and I to remain behind like Davis’s warriors to guard the stuff. Now bob is taking full advantage of the benches without arms and I alone am left to guard the stuff. Peggy bought some internet time and left her computer so I could email and post. Just found out I need a pass word to wake it up so I’ll try to post later.