We were finally leaving to go to Taiwan!!!
And would you believe our luck? Our connecting flight was through SAN FRANCISCO!!!!! Best trip EVER!!!
I was so excited to leave! I left work early on Tuesday and went home to pack... and started to feel sick. And sicker. And sicker. Until I eventually threw up all over my apartment and spent the rest of the night in the bathroom. Faaaaaantastic. I hadn't packed a single thing, we were supposed to leave at 6:30 in the morning, and I could barely get myself off the bed. Oh well! I went to bed, woke up at 6:00, frantically threw all my clothes into bags as fast as I could, and tried desperately not to throw up again.
I was terrified for the long flight to Taiwan, but I made it to San Francisco alright! I hadn't had anything other than gatorade the whole morning, but I had stopped throwing up so that was a plus. Matt and I had a few hours to kill, and Kell had begged me to have some food for them when they got to the airport, so I had no choice: we ventured into the city in search of tacos!
I LOVE SAN FRANCISCO!!!!!
Matt is the sweetest husband in the world. He was extremely worried about me being sick and didn't want me to push myself, but I HAD to get tacos!!! I still felt sick as a dog, but if you think I was going to pass up an opportunity to eat at La Taqueria... you don't know me very well.
I stuffed my face with as much as I dared of this delicious delicious taco and said approximately one million prayers that I would be able to keep it down. Definitely not the smartest thing I've ever done. But I couldn't resist! And I did not throw it up!!! Hallelujah!!!
We ran back down to the airport, met up with Kell and Jer, and were off! I felt so bad that I had abandoned Kell and Jer with the kids, but no one wanted them throwing up with me, so they stayed far away. For 14 hours, I slept as much as I could, tried not to throw up every time they brought out food, and managed not to go to the bathroom in my pants, so it was a pretty good flight!
And then we were there.
We ran back down to the airport, met up with Kell and Jer, and were off! I felt so bad that I had abandoned Kell and Jer with the kids, but no one wanted them throwing up with me, so they stayed far away. For 14 hours, I slept as much as I could, tried not to throw up every time they brought out food, and managed not to go to the bathroom in my pants, so it was a pretty good flight!
And then we were there.
After two years, I finally got to hug my daddy! 20+ hours of nauseated travel time, totally worth it.
We love our missionaries!!!
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