I was right in my assumption that I would not make my flight last night. It was a bit touch and go as it seemed like it would be possible, but then it wasn’t. I was a bit miffed as it would have been so nice to get to Kansas City and not have to travel for another morning. But then again, I was pretty exhausted so it was ok to be able to go to bed instead of getting on another flight. Still, for those of you who know me and how much I enjoy nice hotels, it wasn’t the same enjoyment when I really just wanted to be finished with my travelling.
Getting through customs and immigration was painless to say the least. As I apologised for the lack of much voice they all kindly processed me (or my documents) without much talking for which I was thankful. It’s strange how dependant I really am on my voice. On the plane it was really challenging to be able to even express what I wanted to drink when asked. And the poor guy next to me seemed to be in quite a chatty mood, but he soon discovered that any attempt at conversation was responded to by a polite smile.
The hotel was nice though, and I got some nachos for dinner with my food voucher. I had forgotten how big the portions are here though, and when I’d eaten what I could it still looked like I’d merely nibbled at the mountain of food. For breakfast I did enjoy French toast with syrup and yoghurt with fresh blueberries and strawberries (they seemed fresh, but might have been freshly defrosted).
I got to sleep around 10:30 pm, but when it got to around 3 am I started waking up. At first I thought it strange that I would be rested, but then it dawned on me that it was more a case of jetlag then anything else. Pleased to realise that my voice was coming back I snoozed for a few hours before I got up at 5am. As I enjoyed the hot shower I remembered with a smile how it was such a luxury to have hot water when I lived in Brazil and that the highlight when I was staying in a hotel (which was not very often) would be the warm showers. It’s funny how little things can mean so much.
So now I am sat at gate C32 at Chicago airport. I am so looking forward to getting to Kansas City and seeing my friends again and get to the prayer room. And I am glad I am feeling better! I don’t think I can sing quite yet, but it’s actually possible to make myself understood when I speak to someone now which is a great joy! I must remember to be thankful for the little things.
Next time I write, and in fact when I get this entry posted (internet here is charged for so I’ll wait for the free internet) I’ll be in Kansas City. I am excited and wonder what it’ll all be like. One thing is for sure: I’ll soon find out!
Getting through customs and immigration was painless to say the least. As I apologised for the lack of much voice they all kindly processed me (or my documents) without much talking for which I was thankful. It’s strange how dependant I really am on my voice. On the plane it was really challenging to be able to even express what I wanted to drink when asked. And the poor guy next to me seemed to be in quite a chatty mood, but he soon discovered that any attempt at conversation was responded to by a polite smile.
The hotel was nice though, and I got some nachos for dinner with my food voucher. I had forgotten how big the portions are here though, and when I’d eaten what I could it still looked like I’d merely nibbled at the mountain of food. For breakfast I did enjoy French toast with syrup and yoghurt with fresh blueberries and strawberries (they seemed fresh, but might have been freshly defrosted).
I got to sleep around 10:30 pm, but when it got to around 3 am I started waking up. At first I thought it strange that I would be rested, but then it dawned on me that it was more a case of jetlag then anything else. Pleased to realise that my voice was coming back I snoozed for a few hours before I got up at 5am. As I enjoyed the hot shower I remembered with a smile how it was such a luxury to have hot water when I lived in Brazil and that the highlight when I was staying in a hotel (which was not very often) would be the warm showers. It’s funny how little things can mean so much.
So now I am sat at gate C32 at Chicago airport. I am so looking forward to getting to Kansas City and seeing my friends again and get to the prayer room. And I am glad I am feeling better! I don’t think I can sing quite yet, but it’s actually possible to make myself understood when I speak to someone now which is a great joy! I must remember to be thankful for the little things.
Next time I write, and in fact when I get this entry posted (internet here is charged for so I’ll wait for the free internet) I’ll be in Kansas City. I am excited and wonder what it’ll all be like. One thing is for sure: I’ll soon find out!