Well I have learned my lesson: do not trust aiport wifi, do not write your blog post in tumblr and do not collect one hundred dollars. I get it, I get it.
Here’s my attempt at rewriting my witty and inspiring blog post from earlier. Sorry, remakes are usually not as great as the originals.
My journey has commenced. Onward!
Mulch and I spent the day in LA yesterday meandaring about and savoring every moment we had left with one another. Goodbyes are the absolute worst, but we tried to make the best of it
We stayed in an awesome hotel called The Line the night prior. Hip to the max? Or dare I say, hipster to the max? Well, ya. But it was still wonderful. The rooms were awesome, food superb and it felt so good to pay $32 for valet parking. Well, the last part not so much. But friends, the next time you find yourself in Koreatown without a place to stay, which is of course bound to happen once in your life, stay at The Line, eat Roy Choi’s food and marvel at the overpriced yet beautiful trinkets at Poketo. Ok?
(This endorsement has been approved by Bethany Stetson)
Eight’o’clock finally rolled around. That dreaded yet welcomed hour. After bawling for a litte in the parking lot of a REI a few mintues away from LAX, we headed over to my terminal. I’ll spare you the teary, snot filled details of our goodbye.
One last hug and kiss and I crossed over into airport world. I was able to steal one last glance of him over the sprawling maze created to herd the masses to the x-ray machine. One last.
I hit the jackpot with not just one, but TWO red eye flights in a row. Cool right? LAX to Toronto was uneventful. I managed to sleep relatively undisturbed on the five hour flight. No problem. But what does one do with 13 hours in Toronto? Get out of the aiport!
Toronto is cool. It reminds me of an exceptionally clean version of Seattle crossed with a little San Francisco. I took a bus immediately after arrival to downtown and wandered around for a bit. I think I did pretty well for existing off 3 hours of sleep. I visited the St. Lawrence market, ate about a quarter of what you see in the above picture at a restuarant nearby (a little presumptuous jet-lag decision to order it), found a starbucks where I facetimed Mulch and Beau, walked over to Queen’s street and saw the two city halls and then made my way back to the bus. Verdict: Toronto seems explorable. It’d be fun to come back and actually get to know it.
Since then I’ve been camping out at various locations around the airport seeking functional wi-fi. I did strike up a conversation with a lady named Elizabeth from Gurana about forgiveness, evil and earrings. But more will come on that later. Three and half hours to go until I board.
The situation in Israel is far from peachy. I guess my childhood dreams of being a war journalist are being semi-realized. Am I scared? Oh yes. But since when did fear and desire for safety become our motivations to take risks? I want to trust, not be fearful. And I have a faithful God who I know is trustworthy. Please continue to pray for no more deaths, a ceasefire and the Prince of Peace to make Himself known amidst the chaos.
until next time