come fly with me

I love to fly. 

Even though it took a day and a half to get here, 

I loved every 

boarding

take-off

landing

and layover. 

Serious.

I mean, please, how often do you get to be a bird?

Here's proof that I spent some time in the clouds

the jumbo-tron that took me 'cross the sea

if this plane were a bird, it would be an albatross

proof that I ascended above some Austrian mountains

one day I'll see the actual Alps

as well as more of Vienna than its airport

the receiving area in the Ben-Gurion Airport

from its design and the many dark eyes and faces that waited there,

I definitely felt I had arrived in the Middle East

Besides the thrill that flying is, it is one of the best, most exciting opportunities for missionary work. One the flight from D.C. to Vienna I sat with a Ukrainian couple that spoke with the thickest Russian accent I have ever heard. We spent a lot of time together, this couple and me. By the end of the flight they had a lot of questions about the Church. "Mohrmon...uh, uh do you haf many mom?" and "Uh, why - why you uh drink no coffee? Is bad to drink de coffee?" Their questions made me smile. I loved them all! Missionary work is one of the best catalysts to happiness.

When I offered them a pass-along card and a Book of Mormon as we waited to de-board, they kindly declined. Of course I wasn't too mad about it - planting seeds is more than necessary - but I did say, "No problem, but will you let the missionaries in when they come by next?" The husband replied, "Oh oh, okay I uh see dem - dey come by on da bikes, and we uh give dem drink." Good, kind people are everywhere you go. 

For small experiences like this and the wonder it is to be in the sky, again let me say: 

I love to fly.