When I arrived, I decided to find a
nice to place to sleep so if I did wanted to leave the airport, I would
have so energy to do so. I found a spot next to a spanish-speaking
couple and snuggled into my warm blanket and used my macbook for a
pillow, it worked quite nicely. I played some tunes and drifted off
to sleep. When I go to the place between sleep and dreaming, some guy
paid by the airport to be mean, woke me up. He said I wasn't allowed
to sleep on the ground. Disappointed and still tired, I went to find a
seat so that I could sleep. If we couldn't sleep on the ground, then
I assumed we could sleep on the seats. I found a spot and propped up
my feet on my suitcase, it was warmer than the floor. Soon again I
drifted off into sleep land with the help of some smooth music. Again
he came and woke me up. What was his deal!!!??? I wasn't sleeping on
the floor that time. I soon discovered we were not allowed to sleep
at all. We were trapped in the airport and they didn't want us to
sleep. What were we supposed to do?
I talked to my dad a little on skype
and he told me I could punch in his good eye, a family expression I
assume most people don't understand. Either way I wanted vengeance. I
don't function well without sleep, yet I tried to make the best of my
surroundings. I started talking to the these guys who came and sat by
me. They were friendly italians full of energy. Maximo had warm, kind
eyes and a nice smile; his friend Roberto looked like Ben Stiller and
he was funny (What are the odds?); and the last guy who's name I
forget was nice without any sort of distinguishing features. Maximo
played my guitar for while and sang, it was awesome. I played some
but felt less-talented and shy. Communication was not so easy because
he english wasn't so great but I managed to learn a little about
them. They were good friends on vacation for 10 days. They arrived
around 2am, and they were trying to decided about getting a rental car. Then they would explore Iceland. He told me that it was an
adventure which meant they didn't plan much in advanced. It was a
shame that I was only passing through because they seemed like a fun
bunch of guys. Though it was probably for the best considering
Roberto offered his friend Maximo to me. I felt at one moment that
the guitar playing seemed more like a serenade.
I talked to another guy named Matt from
Colorado. He was nice as well and sitting next to me when I first met
the italians. He had these dreamy blue eyes. He decided to go into
town and bravely bare the cold and wet climate. I wasn't in Iceland
to pick up guys or to be picked-up but I was entertained for a while
and shockingly not cranky. I don't want to speak too soon but I can
say that my morning monster could be getting less scarier.
All I can say is I haven't slept much
and I am happily typing this entry. I'm not too tired. I feel really
hopeful for the next phase of my life. My optimism keeps me from
feeling sad that I left my home for the moment. I'm putting my energy
towards seeking God's plan for my life and desiring to be sensitive
to hear the plans He has for me.
My inspiration for today comes from
Psalms 42:6,12, it repeats the same verse twice. “Why am I so sad?
Why am I troubled? I will put my hope in God, and once again I will
praise him, my savior and my God.” What else could we possibly
need?
