When i got into Dallas it was simple.......check to see which Gate was the right one...and get there. Rode a mini subway type thing to get there :) soooo got on the plane and all was smoooth. My seat was next to a really nice Jamaican older woman. I watched "Just Right" as the inflight movie and in no time landed in Montego Bay, Jamaica.
So here's when it gets complicated......
I go to pick up my pillow (which was strapped with a belt to my sleeping bag) and there is a HUGE brown stain on it. i smell it....its coffee!! so i get off the plane with my purse, the stained pillow/sleeping bag, and my old cheer bag(which was PRETTY heavy).
The walk to the immigration line was super long so i had to take a couple breaks to relax my shoulder from the heavy bag. Anyways...i get to the Immigration line and since the line moves only about a foot every 10 seconds i have to pick my huge bag up and set it down...pick it up...and set it down... so eventually i decide to just push it through on the ground with my foot lol.
Gettin all sorts of weird looks 1. cuz of the stain on my pillow and 2. cuz of how im pushin my bag, i finally get to the front. Then i find out i need to fill out a new immigration paper.....mine was in purple pen(which i asked the flight attendant if it was ok and he said yes) so i go back to get another paper....start gettin all emotional so i gotta calm down. Then i finally get past immigration and was headed to get my luggage.
After about 10 times around i decide my luggage isnt there....i was too late and it was waiting for me back at some desk type deal. Pick it up, go through customs(which were surprisingly and totally insensitive to the fact ive been crying for about 20 minutes or so) and finally found my YWAM van.... THANK YOU JESUS!!!
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