So here's the story:
As we were boarding the plane in Salt Lake City, the flight attendants
practically begged the passengers to check their larger carry-on bags. Hermana Marvian and I both had heavy bags
that were just full of books, so we were eager to get rid of them. At the last second, Elder Russell decided to
check his bag also. When we arrived in
Atlanta, we went to check in for our flight to Buenos Aires. That's when Elder Russell realized that he
didn't have his passport - it was in the bag he had checked at the last
second. He explained the problem to the
people at the check-in desk, and they agreed to go look for it. But they couldn't find his bag in time, so they
couldn't let him on the plane. Per
instruction, we had to leave him behind.
The whole situation didn't make sense to me, because we had to wait for
them to pull his checked bags off the plane anyway, so why couldn't they just
let him on once they found the bags? It
was so bizarre. I guess God must have
needed him to stay behind in Atlanta for some reason, because there should not
have been any problem in finding his passport and getting him on the
plane. I'm excited to talk to him once
he returns with President LaPierre and see what happened after we parted ways.
The rest of us made it to Buenos Aires in one piece,
but then we had to wait four hours for our luggage. A little voice kept announcing on the
loudspeaker, "Debida a las condiciones meteorologicas..." Due to the
weather, there will be a delay in baggage.
It was raining. I don't know why
they aren't equipped to handle rain.
Anyway, because we had to wait so long for our bags, we were late to our
flight to Posadas. An hour late, to be
precise. Somehow the airplane still had
not left. We checked our bags and
practically ran through security to catch the flight. We made it onto the plane, but our luggage
did not. So we arrived in Posadas with
just our carry-on luggage. Fortunately I
had thought to pack an extra dress in my carry-on in case of just such an
event. But our luggage came in on the
next flight, and the elders picked it up for us this morning. Thank goodness.
Posadas is quite possibly the most beautiful city I
have ever seen. But it is HOT! Fortunately we're staying at the mission
home, which is air-conditioned, but that won't last much longer. President and Sister LaPierre are
lovely. They picked us up from the
airport with all the office elders and a large banner that said "Welcome
to Argentina Posadas, the best mission in the world!" Or something like that. Then we went straight from the airport to a
baptism. What a great way to start the
mission!
I still don't know who my companion will be, or the
name of my first area, but my president told me I will be just across the river
in Paraguay. How exciting!
I love being here!
I can't wait to get to work!
Love,
Hermana Watts
Hermana Watts
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