Well I would like to start by telling you that just before I left Remington told me to have as many adventures as I could… I said I would. (This is how I know God has a sense of humor.)

The flight from Phoenix to Los Angeles was fine it was as soon as I got off the plane that the trouble started. The 1^st thing I did was ask someone which gate my flight to London was at and how to get there.

I was told to go down one floor and out to a bus, my flight was in another building. I have had to do this before so I thought it wouldn’t be that hard… then I walked outside, there were about 10 busses at any given time all coming and going every which way. When I finally got the nerve to jump on a bus that I thought would take me to the right place I found that no one else on it was going to London (most of them were on their way to Tahiti) when the bus stopped at the building I was supposed to be at I started fallowing the signs to where my gate was. I then went through the security point, right before I went through the scanner three security personal yelled something and I as well as everyone else were told not to move, after a little while someone yells “All clear!” and everyone acts like nothing had happened.

Then I walk through the scanner…and then I got taken aside. It was my harp, it’s always the harp.

So they check it and ask me if I have anything that could hurt someone in my harp case, I said no and was sent on my way.

As I walked through the halls leading to my gate I noticed a change in the look of the airport, the paint, or lake thereof, was making me wonder if this part of the airport was still open and that I somehow missed a sign telling me otherwise. But I made my way through the construction and at the end (I mean the very end) of the building there were a few chairs and people waiting for the flight to London.

Let’s stop for a second and thank God that I made it that far. But the worst is yet to come.

When I got to London I found the airport was much, much bigger than I could have imagined.

When I was in Phoenix I was told that I would have to pick up my bags in London. So once again the 1^st thing I do is ask someone where to pick up my bags I was then told that I shouldn’t have to pick them up at all and to just go to my next flight but something told me that I would need to get my luggage (if you ask me it was Gods had watching over me) so I decided to get a second opinion. I found the help desk and asked if I needed to get my bags they said yes and (like everyone else) they told me to “Just follow the signs”. Well after going in a circle for a while I noted that the baggage claim was through customs.

Off through customs it was, I got a little paper to fill out with the basic stuff on one side, name, home, age, and so on. On the other side was a lot of information that I had to copy from my passport such as passport #, date of issue, expiration date, you get the idea. When I get up to the customs desk they tell me that I need a parents’ consent but that they would let that go because I was most likely going to miss my flight. Oooook. So I run to the baggage claim where I quickly find my bag, mostly because it is the only one left. Yet again I ask someone how to get to my gate and yet again it is in another building, what are the chances? So I think “ok, this is just like LA I can do this...” but that was one of my biggest mistakes it was not like LA at all, the busses only took you into London. After running up and down asking everyone I met if they knew which bus would take me to terminal and everyone telling me over and over “just follow the signs”. So after a long while I see a sign that says to terminals 1,2,3,4 this is the sign I started to fallow. I found that it did not lead to the busses but to a tram. So I get on the tram and it takes me to terminal two and I find the check in desk and they tell me that my flight is closed…but I could go on the next one in about two hours. Let’s stop and thank God again shall we? After I get done doing just that I call my mom and dad and explain to them what just happened. Eventually I got on my plane and was off. Soon as I get into Spain I through customs and by customs I mean a guy who looks at your passport and grunts, I love Spain the airport was easy to get through even though some of the sign were not in English, I then found Jonathan and went to his house for a much needed sleep.

I am now sitting on the couch typing this up after a much needed shower just as everyone is waking up.