As I write this, I’m sitting at the Starbucks in the Brussels airport. There’s always time for coffee! So say my Dutchie friends. 🙂 The trip has not been without the usual trippy snafus. For instance, I reserved a car to drive myself to JFK only to find out I had the wrong driver’s license. Thankfully, RS had the day off work and volunteered, reluctantly, to drive me into the city. (He hates big city driving when he doesn’t know his way around, but don’t we all?) Traffic was fairly a breeze though. We arrived at JFK in good time, but couldn’t find the terminal I needed. I ended up on the wrong side of the airport and had to make my way around by air train. When I checked in with the airline, they didn’t understand why I didn’t have a VISA. I started to panic, but decided to call on the name of Jesus instead. After a phone call to customs explaining the visa waiver through Mercy Ships, everything went forward smoothly. The flight to Brussels was supposed to take 71/2 hours, but took only 61/2 hours due to a strong tailwind. So here I am, enjoying a cafè mocha and the view of airport traffic while I wait for my connecting flight to Conakry. I am safe. God is good. Talk to you soon!