In Which I Say Tearful Goodbyes, Make a New Friend, Get Lost in a Swiss Airport, and Finally Make it to Spain.

I'm here!!!!!


Okay, backing up and starting from the beginning now.
3:45am PST, Yesterday: We leave for airport.
4am PST, Yesterday: We come back, grab the stuff I forgot in my hurry, and leave for the airport again.
This is where my timing starts to go fuzzy, but bear with me.
At the airport my heart was breaking as I said tearful goodbyes to my Dad, Stepmom, and my beloved 'Rambo'. It didn't seem real. I didn't want to walk away, knowing that this would be the last time I would see them for 6 months. Somehow, though, I gathered my courage and strength, and made my way through security to my departure gate, tears rolling unbidden down my cheeks.
I slept most of my first flight, thank goodness, and arrived at the denver airport around breakfast time. I had a coffee and a little breakfast, and then dragged myself across the airport to wait at my connecting gate.
On the flight from Denver to DC I found myself sitting next to a man looking to be about 40 or so. A first I thought it was going to be an awkward flight, between him and the window, but as I spied the book he was reading my mood brightened, and I started up a conversation. He was reading a book that I cannot for the life of me remember the title of, but it was about God, and through asking him about the book I discovered he was a missionary on his way to Africa. We chatted for probably an hour and a half, him sharing about his upcoming mission, and me about my upcoming time with YWAM and mission thereof. It was an uplifting experience to meet a fellow Christian on the flight, and to have a friendly seat-mate whom I could chat with.
Later that same flight I got to see the most unique and gorgeous sunrise. Below are a couple of photos, but they don't nearly do it justice.

In DC I disembarked my plane and walked around a bit to stretch my legs, before boarding my next flight. This flight, however, took much longer to take off than it should have, as it was snowing and they had to de-ice the plane. Due to these delays, I missed my connection in Zurich, and ended up getting lost in the Swiss airport trying to find my new connecting flight. Finally I found it with the help of a Swede who spoke a little English. Then I tried calling the base to let them know about the flight change. I had a heck of a time trying to figure out how to work the international pay phone, but I finally got it working.
From Zurich I had a connecting flight in Valencia, then here to Malaga. When collecting my luggage at the airport here sadly, I discovered that only one of my bags made it through, however after much searching and some 'Spanglish' my bag was located, and will be delivered here to La Villa de Isabel tomorrow. =]
After arriving at La Villa, I met the base staff, most of whom I have already forgotten their names, and 2 of my 5 fellow students - Frank, and Terah. Frank is from Holland, and Terah is from the states. We have had quite an amusing evening trading background stories, as Terah and I have ound so many significant similarities between us it is downright creepy.
Well, it is almost 9:30pm here, and the evening is winding down, so I think I will head to bed. I have had quite a day. So that's all for now! God Bless.