Russia wasn’t ready for the Saco…

Russia wasn’t ready for the Saco… (Chacos with socks for you newbs.)

What are you doing?

Have you lost your mind?

Is this real life?

These are the questions that ran through my mind as I sat on my flight from Dulles to Moscow.  Saving money flying from the U.S. to Barcelona via Moscow through Aeroflot Russian Airlines was honestly a very good decision.  For about half the price, I received complementary wine; a meal of fish, veggies, and cheesecake; a breakfast of ham, omelet, and a twix bar; along with a blanket, pillow, slippers, eye mask, and earphones.  (Needless to say I highly recommend flying Aeroflot.)  But, why? What have I gotten myself into?

Not my will, but Yours.

Its what I’ve been repeating to myself for the past 24hours.  God has brought me this far; He’s got some plan for this grand leap I have taken. 

So I get to Moscow… first thing I see are a decent size group of what I’m pretty sure are Hassidic Jews saying their prayers in the airport.  So that’s a good sign right? I know I would feel safe being on that flight.  However, I am not.  I sit here typing in what I hope is terminal D gate 5 waiting the 2 and a half hours till my flight to Barcelona boards.

I’m playing spot the gringa… so far… there’s me.

I am also sitting beside some middle aged looking men wearing skinny jeans, so that’s fun.  I’m thinking they’re in a band or djs… hopefully.

So this is the start to my long journey.  Still between excited and about to burst into tears, but its okay.  Not my will, but Yours.  I just need some sleep… and water.