Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Reykjavik airport: A hidden wonder

What can I say about a place where I spent 17 hours? Well I didn't leave the airport so my findings may be quite biased. I will still share.

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?

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