I'm not sure if this is a common practice of all people or if my brain likes to stay in creative motion, but in any instance I usually have a song playing in my head to match whatever is going on around me. Much like your favorite part of a movie where the score and a scene collide which in turn creates cinema magic. Today's turn of events put Van Morrison's, Days Like This playing on repeat.
We're boarding in Chicago for Brussels and the flight is so packed that Alisha and I have to check our backpacks as we're walking onto the plane. The flight attendants are all flustered...everyone was all flustered **Mama told me...there'd be days like this**. I grab the valuables out of my pack, jump on the plane and squish into my seat - sitting next to me is a Muslim girl reading her Quran; in front of me is a father and daughter from Liberia; and then passes the Dutch speaking flight attendant whose short blonde hair was all out of sorts as if she had been electrocuted **When you don't need to worry, there'll be days like this**.
We land in Brussels at 9:45a and our flight to Uganda leaves at 10:25a - we have to get off the plane, take a shuttle and then find our gate. So pretty much we're thinking we're screwed. Then we see that our flight has been delayed and won't take off until 2:25p. Which is good and bad - good that we won't miss our flight and bad because we'll arrive in Uganda at 3a-ish. So...now we wait and just relax because there's nothing we can do and fortunately Alisha is a chill traveler - blessing #450, haha **When there's no complainin', there'll be days like this**.
Next stop Uganda!
XO - Lauren
