I've been pretty busy recently, so that's why this blog post is late.
At a summer camp I had heard about going on a mission trip Japan. I wasn't old enough to go, but a girl in my youth group was able to go and she went. I was inspired and so I prayed and prayed about it. I wanted to go, but was it the trip for me? I went to that same summer camp the next year and heard about the Japan trip again. That time I had felt a calling to go. So I prayed and talked about it and then I signed up. I got the forms together and prayed more about it. I had to be accepted. I was accepted. Someone had told me that the trip was changed from Tokyo to some where in Europe. I didn't know. Later I received and email saying that we were going to Amsterdam. I felt better about the trip. So to fast forward a bit, I kept preparing by buying what I needed and that stuff.
I was syked the day I left. I was finally real. It was here. What has been talked about is now reality. A four hour drive to Base Camp and I was there! I wanted God to teach me things. I wanted to know through experience. So I said good bye and I was off for 10 days.
At Base Camp, they prepared us for culture shock, street smarts, and air port immigration. We stayed at Base Camp for 2 days. The second day was a whole lot better. We were in sessions all day learning about how to evangelize and what's going to happen and how it should go. It was exhausting. Especially when I only got 3 hours of sleep that previous night. I did my best to absorb all of the knowledge. That next day we were going to take a bus to the air port. Our flight left at 4 PM. So we had everything all packed up and ready to go. While we waited we played some of my favorite games. Egyptian Rat Slap and Ninja. I fell asleep on the bus, no matter how hard I tried to stay awake. We got to the airport and checked in. I checked my suit case. We found our gate. We still had about 2-3 hours left. We ate lunch and played more cards.
Boarding was sorta a big moment for me. I was leaving Kansas. We flew with Delta Airlines. Our first flight was to Memphis, TN. I had never been to Tennessee before. The flight was an hour and a half long. I sat next to Austin. There was some guy behind me who was jokingly harassing me. When I got off the plane, the flight attended told me not to be such a nuisance next time. Haha he was kidding. Although the flight was short, I was so tired and did my best not to fall asleep. I had some bad ears aches.
When we arrived in the Memphis Airport (which was really big and nice) we had to go find our gate. We actually chose the gate next to ours and then we moved. We only had to wait about an hour to an hour and half. I boarded the Boeing 767. A 9 hour flight later I arrived in Schiphol, Amsterdam, The Netherlands.
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