San Francisco is cool, I guess. I got through the TSA without them violating me; that's a plus. It's dark and rainy but I could see my ship pull into the tarmac from the second floor. I have my ipod in my ears and my stuff next to me three hours ahead of time. Somehow I got a suitcase, my camera bag, a tripod, and a cardboard tube to count as ONE carryon. Thank you, Lord.
Carboard tube, you ask? Allow me to express my hatred for this carboard tube. It was shipped to me from Canada and it contains two paintings by some Canadian lady who paints (clearly). This tube has been volunteered to join me on my quest to the other side of the world but we (the tube and I) have a bitter relationship. The paintings are for the missionaries I am going to stay with and rather than paying 400 dollar shipping it was sent to me to deliver by hand. I completely understand the practicality of this but it's such an awkward thing to lug around.
There are Australians all around me including a woman, who upon closer inspection, is a man. The guy in front of me at check-in had a tag on his bag with a picture of Australia on it. "That doesn't look like Australia," I thought. Then I rotated my head and realized it was upside down.
For the first time since yesterday morning, I am alone. I'm collected and currently redirecting my mind on course for what's ahead. I do believe God has some cool stuff in plan for this trip including showing several hundred missionaries the trailer and speaking to them about it. I got volunteered for that one.
Stay tuned. I'll try to say hi from Sydney but time could keep me from doing so.
Your friendly neighborhood giant,
~Alan
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