After the training week beginning May 12th at the MTC we came home on Friday, May16th and began to wash laundry and pack for our mission in England. I really wish I hadn't packed my pillow. I could have packed a coat. I wasn't getting much sleep, so that may have influenced my thinking. I did pack at least 12 pair of shoes/boots, while Dean arrived with 4 pair of shoes, but lots of coats. :)
Sunday through Tuesday (May 18-20) we were in SRS training, with Monday and Tuesday of that training conducted in the LDS church office building in SLC. We had all day Wednesday to finish packing. It became an all day/all night job for me. Actually I had a one hour nap that night.
All went as planned on Thursday morning (May 22nd). Our son Mark came to take us to the airport at 5:45 a.m. right on time...he waited patiently for at least 10 minutes and then helped load our bags into the back of his Evco truck and dumped us out at the airport at 6:30. Actually he gave us a lovely send off to start our journey across the pond...an English flag, biscuits & tea etc. :) (We'll see if he actually reads this blog - ha!)
Upon entering the airport, we began the longest two days of our life. My bag...the one with the scriptures in it...was too heavy. I had to unpack a few things, mostly the scriptures, so it passed muster. Dean said it was still overweight but the lady was just being nice. I had weighed the bags at home and they were under the 50 pound limit but by the time we got to the airport they had gained weight...
When we arrived at our gate, the other couple from the MTC, Elder and Sister Blaire were already there. They were worried that we might not make the flight. But it didn't even feel 'close' to us. We had at least half an hour to wait around. :) We were scheduled to fly to New Jersey Newark Airport where we would make our connection that evening to continue on to Birmingham. The flight from SLC to Newark was a long one, so we were thrilled when the pilot told us we would get in early. But...we began to circle the airport until finally we were getting low on fuel.
Then the pilot gave us the bad news. Due to poor weather in the area around Newark, we were being diverted to Raleigh-Durham N.C. airport...our son Nate's old stomping grounds where he served two years as a missionary. We landed. Then we began a nightmare of waiting on the tarmac...and finally...we were given a gate. We could get off the plane if we stayed close by in case we were cleared for take off. For several hours we played a game called "get on the plane!...get off the plane!".
We became well-acquainted with the Blaires (Boyd and Marilyn) while we all suffered through the on and off the plane and 'now we have to leave this gate because someone else needs it'...'oh no we don't'...'never mind'...and in the terminal bathroom, a sudden announcement caused panic 'get on the plane for immediate takeoff!'
And then? The pilot announced that the Newark Airport had closed down for the night. We disembarked and waited in a long line with the other passengers to have new tickets issued for the flight to Birmingham that would be leaving the following evening as well as new tickets for the flight from N.C. to N.J. early the next morning. The airlines booked us a hotel for our overnight stay, but first we had to retrieve ALL our checked luggage.
We and the Blaires had a trolley loaded with a dozen bags. We went to the curb outside and waited for a shuttle to the hotel. We waited at least 20 minutes but when the shuttle finally arrived the driver abruptly decided that the hotel was full. He had started loading our bags but without talking to anyone at the hotel, he removed them, said the hotel was full, and drove off. We wondered if he recognized our badges and decided he didn't want to take us to the hotel. This was N.C. What do you think Nate? :)
Elders Jolley and Blaire went back into the airport (it was now 11 p.m. or later) and requested a new hotel voucher while we sisters stood guard over all our earthly possessions. We were very relieved when we finally saw the Hilton Inn shuttle arrive. After loading and unloading all that luggage, we were in a room and in a bed by 1 a.m. AT LAST! I'm not sure if we were ever more grateful for a comfortable bed with clean white sheets! We had at least a 4 hour nap before our wake up call!
The plane departed as scheduled for Newark. We arrived there with many hours to kill before our evening flight to Birmingham, so Sister Blaire and I had a beauty treatment. She had a mani and I had a pedi. It felt great and helped to while away the time. We ate lunch and had many walks about the terminal. We were relieved when we were called to board the plane to Birmingham. There had been rumors that it might not take off.
We were SO looking forward to our lovely economy comfort seats that we had paid an extra 125 bucks to purchase. They usually recline and have extra leg room. We had extra leg room but no recline feature so we sat straight up all night. That was one long, miserable flight! Whew! We were happy campers to get off that plane. And no one was ever happier to see those young Elders arrive in the mission van!