Our journey begins when we arrived at the airport at 10:30 am Saturday morning. At check in, we meet up with our friends Tim and Emily. Check our bags went through security and found our gate. We were quite early due to it being an international flight. As we sat and conversated about our plans I noticed that it was 12:15. We should have been boarding by now. Yet, there was no one at our gate. I looked around to find an attendant and there was none anywhere. The only thing there was, was a small display that said we were an hour behind. That’s not good. Our layover in Dallas was only an hour and a half. Finally our plane came in and we were off to Dallas to meet Bev and catch our next flight. When we landed on the runway we call Bev and find out that they are boarding while we are landing and we are in the back of the plane. Knowing we had to run for it, I ripped the map off the airport out of the magazine. We took off as soon as we got out and ran as fast as we could. By half way we were all dying. My shine muscles were burning and felt like they were ready to tear with every new step, but knew we had to keep going if we were going to make it. Finally turn the corner for our next gate and the door is closed. They pulled out 5 minutes before we got there.
Not a problem. If we got the next flight, we would still have an hour layover in London, catch up with Bev and be right on track. Well…one small problem. Because it was not our original flight, we wouldn’t be sitting together. In fact, I would be sitting in the middle seat, in the very back of the plane, in-between to big Siberian Cops. That however, turned out to be the least of our problems when we discovered that once again the plane was late. Not only late, but broken. They had to get a new plane. Finally left at 12:30 am and knew we missed our flight to BK and Bev was now on her way alone. When we got to London, they scheduled us on the next flight out to Bk by way of Istbl. We got to the gate and guess what???? Yes, our flight was an hour late with only an hour lay-over in Istbl. Not only that, but our bags were never sent from A/A. So here we go again. We land in Istbl and Tim and Emily are in the very back of the plane, last seat again. We finally get off and run to our gate. Half way I see the sign says the gate is closed. I shout out to the others, “the gates closed”, when a nicely dressed attendant hears me. He says,”Where are you going?” “BK!” we all reply. And he proceeds to run with us, suit and all, to our next gate. He even helps Tim by pulling his bag. Don’t mind the fact that I have my laptop, both cameras and Emily’s bag and an extra 75 pounds!!!
We made the flight. So now that we are landing at 5:30am instead of 10pm. There will be no one to pick us up at the airport. But God is good. You see, this whole time there has been another couple going thru the whole thing with us since Dallas. He works for an place that we are connected to and speaks both English and the local language. He helps us get a cab and we made it perfectly to our arranged apartment. And guess who was waiting for us…..Bev.
Yes, God is good and we can trust that He is in control. He has a plan that will be far better then what we could derive. And far more memorable.
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