Day 82 (wednesday) The longest day

The last picture of my journey...this one is especially for Brett Moretti.

Well today started with me on a flight to London. It seemed like everything went pretty well but it just seemed like a longer flight than it actually was. Either way, I was ready to get off and grab some coffee at the place I went to when I was traveling to Ghana. There was no such luck and I actually didn't have that much time. You would think that a 2 or 3 hour layover would be enough but I had to clear customs on the transfer so by the time I got to the gate, they were boarding for the long flight from London to Dallas, Texas. Fortunately I had enough money that I could buy a cup of coffee and a nice salad/hummus mix because, as my luck would have it, the airline did not have a record of my meal request (I had checked it the night before but still had no luck) so I only had some pieces of lettuce, a cracker, and some grapes while there was pasta, sandwiches, and pizza served at 3 separate times throughout the flight. When I got to Dallas, I was a zombie but happy to be so close to home. I had to clear customs and recheck my bag and it was pretty smooth sailing through the airport but there were so many international travelers today that it was a big game of hurry up and wait (plenty of people were getting very hostile). I grabbed some trail mix and scarfed it all before I got on the plane. I was getting ready to board my final flight home and ran into some wonderful people that I've known for quite some time (I run into them in the most random places), the Huddleston's, and it warmed my heart to be so close to home. I chatted with them for a bit and was able to do a little catching up. Now it's on to the final 3 hour leg. For this one, I threw on some tunes and just closed my eyes. There was so much on my mind and I couldn't ever get comfortable enough to sleep. I wrote in the blog and got it all finished up. It was so refreshing to see the mountains in all their glory. I guess you never realize how great they are until you don't have them for awhile. The funniest part for this leg was when the dozen missionaries sitting in front of me and how excited they got when we flew over the “Y” in Provo, they were all glued to the window. We landed right on time and it was at this point that my trip had officially come to an end.

Thanks to all who followed me on this experience. Some of you got a little taste of what life can be like in Africa (Ghana) and hopefully you learned something along the way. I love my life and I hope you can love yours too. Thanks again.