Salt Lake City Airport
I’ve been packing for six weeks and thought I had everything contained in four bags (we were allowed only two free bags) but in the end, odds and ends overwhelmed, and we ended up with a small rollerboard as well: and two backpacks and a projection screen. Kevan says it cost us more than he wants to talk about, so we won’t!
Check-in was pretty slow with only two agents, and none of the missionaries were able to check-in online because of American Airlines’ international policy. It was totally bearable, though, as my sister, Kim, came to see us off, and I visited with her while Kevan wrangled the bags.
Going through security was great fun as everyone wanted to know where we were going and how long it was going to take. When they heard “Congo,” everyone takes a deep breath in and then says, “whoa”! Fabulous. A few asked how long and when I said 41 hours, one fellow said, “you can read the Book of Mormon TWICE!” (It takes about 24 hours straight through. Wonder how long it will take in French?)
I was called Sister Clawson for real for the first time and it was thrilling. Even strangers are very excited for us. I learned something else new: People know that missionaries are kind and helpful. Kevan was stopped by a woman with very little English to get some help with her flight because she knew it was safe to speak to him.
Our flight to Chicago leaves in an hour and then we wait and then off to London and then we wait and then to Johannesburg and then we wait and then to Lubumbashi. I’ll try to post as we go.