Unfortunate vaca...

As you know I was supposed to be traveling to Europe this break, and I would be taking a week off of school. My parents and I were excited and ready, and my aunt, and two cousins were meeting is there. Excitement was overwhelming all of us. I was finally going to see my brother, and it was my relatives first time to Europe.

We had gotten to the airport, headed into our first plane of the trip. As we were checking in, I looked to my father and chuckled as I said,"that's funny, my passports expired." While I said that, I was hoping my eyes were deceiving me and that I was fine and we'd be on our way. But, sure enough, it had expired 2 months ago. I thought to myself, 'oh this is what a heart attack feels like'.

My mom kept telling dad and I that everything would be okay, and we can just wing it and hope everything works out. Though, dad and I weren't too convinced it was going to be okay. News flash, we were right.

We talked to a guy named Robert at the airport. Sure enough, he told me I couldn't fly. I wasn't too sure I believed it until he'd said it to my face. I couldn't help but cry, in the middle of the airport might I add. But, I was headed to see my family and my brother for the first time in 6 months. I've never gone that long without seeing him. I was utterly devastated.

I told my parents to go on without me. They flew to Chicago, while I stayed back in Kansas. It was hard to watch them go without me. 

Robert from the airport was a huge help. Sitting there crying, and in desperation to somehow have a new passport vanish out of thin air, he told me to sit tight. Even though I really had nowhere else to go...

He'd came back and helped me make plans to get to Chicago and renew my passport. It'll only be temporary, but it'll work long enough to get me over there. He'd moved my flights and told me everything I need to do. Now all I can do is hope the passport agency can get it done in time. 

The number one thing I'm most terrified about, is traveling in the city of Chicago by myself. I've never done anything like that on my own. I've been alone in Wichita, KS, for two days and I already feel like I'm dying. I forget to feed myself for Gods sake. 

But, here goes nothing right? It feels like it's me against the world. What could go wrong?.......

What is to be expected...

For right now my blog is titled "Attravisamo", which means, "Let's cross over".  I like to think of it as the thought of taking a new step in a different direction, or to start a new chapter.

I'm leaving to Europe in exactly 7 days today. While I'm there, I plan to blog about the experience that comes with each day. Everyday has a story to share in it. Whether it's an experience, or a thought that wouldn't stay behind all day long, and continues to pester you to where you have to let it out and tell somebody.

I'll talk about the food I eat, the places I go, people I meet, and the unforgettable memories made with my family. Not to mention, any experiences I have with the Lord. I'm hoping I can really find His grace whole I'm over there.

I have a dear friend who encourages me to find his grace, and to be cheerful with Him. When I'm in a pickle, she shows me the way and the path I should go down with God. I'm excited to see where He leads me and teaches me.