My last blog chronicled our tasks in preparation to leave.

Though our flights were uneventful, the time spent at one very large and very famous airport, was not. Maybe not everyone is crazy like me and travels in the middle of the night, however, they were woefully understaffed, and there was no clear signage. So everyone went around asking everyone else, “Is this the line for…?” “Is this where I…?” “Where is…?”

Thankfully, because I had checked in online and printed our boarding passes, we were able to speed right through, once people began getting clearer directions as to what was expected of them.

The first flight marked the first time I had ever been on a Boeing 777. These suckers are huge! The leg room is barely enough for a gnat to turn around in, but I slept a lot, so it didn’t register most of the time!

The second flight was in diametric opposition to the first. We rode a “commuter plane” and it was teensy! There was an unaccompanied minor flying on the plane who turned out to be the same age as my son, so they sat together and had a blast!

Upon landing, one of the passengers wished us good luck in getting our luggage! Apparently, this airport doesn’t have a good track record with it. The Lord was on our side, and we got all three suitcases with no problems! We got our rental car and off we went.

We took off for the ninety minute drive to the house we will stay in for the week. While hubby drove, I checked my e-mail and voicemail since we had been in flight most of the day. I saw two voicemails from our social worker, so I knew something was up, being this was a Saturday. Sure enough, it was something big…