En Route--Houston

So I'm writing to you guys from...lovely Houston, TX.  You could feel the heat and humidity just walking in the enclosed space from plane to terminal.  I finished flight one to get to Cuenca (there's three in total.  I'm leaving in about an hour for Quito, the capital of Ecuador, then continue on tomorrow morning for the short flight to Cuenca, where the orphanages are.)

I've calmed down a bit (probably partially because I didn't sleep much last night), which is good, but fortunately I'm still really excited.  Like I would go skip around the terminal, but that is somewhat frowned upon in polite society, and international airports aren't really the best place to try out socially unacceptable behavior.

This morning had a few goofs--apparently some LAX doors only open in or out, but aren't labeled, so I started out by almost walking straight into the glass sliding door.  I then proceeded to flag some security thing with my toiletries, so they had to inspect my shampoo (it passed.)  And then I proceeded to drop my plastic bin thing (empty) on some random guy's foot.  Fortunately, he was very nice about it.  As always, I am the epitome of grace.

I've met some interesting people so far.  Everyone I've talked to has been a native French speaker--the man I sat next to on the plane to Houston was from the south of France, and I waited in the airport next to two friends from Quebec.  (All the vocabulary from AP French paid off--I was able to describe comment j'irai faire du voluntariat avec les enfants abandonnés.  I hope all that was grammatically correct.)

Anyway, we're taking off soon.  The next time you hear from me, I will officially be in a different hemisphere!

Here's to adventure!