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On-route to Moldova- a near miss and ponderings about the to be.

It actually feels like I’m on the beach. The hot sun is adding some extra tan to my face and arms, there is a cooling water mist coming from the fan in the corner, and we are lounged on some nice benches with comfy cushions on. The empty pot of Earl Grey is on the table and we are all typing away on our respective electronic devices. I guess the big question is: Where are we? Well, we are at a small café in the airport in Bucharest, Romania, making use of our 5 hour lay-over on-route to Chisinau, Moldova.

Arriving at the airport in Amsterdam  we were a bit astounded by the long queue for the bag drop. The newly introduced “self-service bag drop”, which in theory is meant to save time and be efficient, but which hasn’t entered into its full potential when tackled by unknowing “first-timers”, who end up spending a long time trying to figure out how to place their luggage in the little machine, how to scan their boarding pass, how to attach the id-strip to the bag or suitcase, and add to that the challenge of overweight, can make it a very extensive process for some people.

However, it went quicker than imagines, and after passport control we even had time for a snack as we waited for the flight. Our team had separated and we’d agreed to meet at the gate. However, as we were putting our luggage through the security check, the other two were no-where to be seen. We weren’t too worried as we figured they were already on-board. But when we settled into our seats, a quick glance at their row revealed that they had not yet arrived. After the rest of the passengers had found their seats, their names were called over the loud speakers, and we became a tad worried (although we only thought of the potential implications of being separated from the rest of our group afterwards). I headed to the front of the plane to assure the flight attendants that our friends were on their way and to please wait for them (I explained that we’d separated, and left out the fact that they had been chilling in the lounge as opposed to rushing from a connecting flight). Finally they arrived having had a mini-workout running almost the entire length of the airport to reach our gate. It was quite funny once they were securely situated in the plane, and I guess it’s one of those times when it would have been quite interesting if they had ended up not making it (especially since one of them is the one who’s our contact for our time in Moldova), and probably not quite as amusing.

So now, after our first flight we are sitting on our “wanna be beach veranda” at the airport, almost forgetting that there is another flight to catch in a while.

As I am sat here I am thinking about what Moldova will hold, and asking God to show it to me through His eyes. It’s always so different going somewhere new, and I am expectant for what we will see. There seems to be quite a lot of opportunities to get a glimpse not just of the touristic face of Moldova, but also the face of the people of Moldova. “The poorest country in Europe” says a lot in this day and age and I am interested to see what that means. And I am also wondering if it’s referring to a mere material poverty, or if the people also carry the hopelessness that so often accompanies a struggle for survival.

But even more than getting a glimpse for my own heart, I long to be an encouragement and be a blessing to the hearts of those we meet, be they workers in projects or the one they are reaching out to, and even our fellow hostel guests these next few days.

So there you go. I’ve not moved to a more shaded area next to another one of the mist-blowing-fans, thankful for this mini-oasis to take the brunt off what could have become a long and not quite so pleasant lay-over.

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