#1 Bloopers

       I'm going to start to do blooper posts at sporadic times during my journey and it will consist of random/amazing God moments or wacky/hysterical/dramatic stories that occurred on my travels thus far. I want to do it separate from my main posts just in case you have no desire to take time out of your busy schedule to laugh with me or more than likely at me. So we begin...

WARNING: I will be making fun of random people ( they will remain nameless) so I ask that people who are without a sense of humor not to read this because you will think I am a jerk.

Zombie with dreads:
       So on my plane ride from Medford to San fran I met a very interesting human being. Now this man was the real deal. He had HUGE dreads that went to his waist and the baggy clothes and the fake gold chain around his neck ( I knew it was plastic because I asked him if I could touch it). Now don't get me wrong...he was really nice! I was excited to sit by him because I thought about what an interesting convo we could have butttt I very soon found out he was not feeling it...let me just give you the short version of our convo.. we will call this guy Bob.
Me:  Hi there! where you headed?
Bob: Oh uh I'm going to a big party in Reno
Me: Oh wow your going a long way for a party...
Bob: Its a big deal, its at a huge house with a bunch of ____ and ____ (he said words that I had no idea what they ment)
Me: oh ya that sounds like a big deal for sure...(awkwarddddd)
Bob: ya so do you watch scary movies? (as he pulls out his laptop)
Me: oh no! I cant even watch Jurassic Park with out getting nightmares.
Bob: oh..well..im going to watch the new demonic zombie movie  (no.joke.) and it gets pretty intense sooo ya.
Me:  oh really?... wowww... (what do you say to that?!)
Bob: puts in his head phones
annnddd...that was the end of the convo.
so for the rest of the two hour flight he blocked my view from his ipad  (praise god) and his dreads kept grazing my arm...gross.

Two words: Nude Beaches
        Can you say SHOCKER!!! wowzers!  Totalllly took me by surprise.. you would think there would be a sign.. maybe something like " NUDE BEACH. RUN AWAY!!!" or " IF YOU WANT TO THROUGH UP YOUR LUNCH, COME TO THIS BEACH"...oh no. I had to find out the hard way...I was just looking around the beach, taking in the beautiful PURE scenery when all of a sudden BAM! I see a elderly woman (mid 60's) completely topless and shameless! And she wasn't the only one! I definitely learned to keep my eyes on the ground if I didn't want to gag every time I went to the beach.Yikes!Praise the Lord the men were more descent then the women and all I saw were an abundance of speedos (#disturbing). I just kept telling Elysse.."I just don't get it, I just don't get it".
So consider yourself warned, if you ever go to the beaches in Spain to shield your eyes lest you be scarred for life.

My traveling Buddy
      We were on our red eye flight from New York to Germany and I could not go to sleep for the life of me. I already saw two movies so I was over that and Elysse was asleep besides me. I stood up for a bit to stretch my legs and as I looked around almost everyone on the plane was asleep except for this one man siting in the row behind me but a few seats over. He was a tall elderly man, probably in his early 70's . Now I might sound crazy but he truly had one of the most comforting faces..somehow he was always smiling. Not a creepy smile or showing all of or the lack of his teeth, just a simple caring smile. I made eye contact with him and we smiled at each other then I walked up and down the aisle then we make eye contact again and smiled and then again and then again and it got to a point where I just felt like I should go over and introduce myself to him because he was practically my traveling Grandpa by then. So I went over and tapped on his shoulder and said " are you trying to fall asleep sir or would you like to talk for a bit?"  and he said "I don't speak English...German, I speak German, so sorry" and then I laughed and he laughed and I went back and sat down. But I couldn't stop thinking about him...wondering what his story was or if he was a Christian or not. Later on in the flight I offered him a granola bar and he took it with a smile but then he gave it back like 20 min later with a smile (I still don't know what that was about, he could have been allergic to peanuts) but I felt like I still needed to talk to him. So I wrote him a letter about my trip and why we are studying about Jesus. I told him I hope to see Him in heaven one day and then we can talk for hours because we will all speak the same language! I gave it to him at when we landed and he told us in broken English that he went to San Fran to visit his son and that he wished us the best. I hope he read the letter somehow...but more so I hope to see Him in heaven one day smiling away!