Flight, Film, and Song

I’ve been thinking a bit on these flights, how meaningful songs are. I think I’ve been up for way too many hours with minimal sleep, and lots of time to think. A man from India sitting next to me on the plane asked me if I was a writer, because I kept scribbling away in my journal, and pausing to think. I also watched 2 movies, both of which were moving and made me cry. The Bucket List- I really recommend. And Juno. I also read the paper- war and turmoil all over the place- and of course the journalism companies can portray things to be different than they are, so I don’t even know if I’m getting truth. Every time I read it I realize why I don’t. However it was educational and made me feel slightly more aware of our world’s happenings. Anyway, I was hoping to add a few songs to this entry because of how loudly they speak into my life and what I believe. But I don’t think this blog site has the capability. I may be changing the site for my blog when I get to Turkey, to make a better quality of pictures, and to enable me to add other multimedia, such as songs. I will let you all know if I do.

On the flight from Seattle to Frankfurt there were lots of Europeans. I got into travel mode and decided to practice being inconspicuous and unnoticed to get ready for our entrance into Uzbekistan. So naturally, when asked for tea I said yes please, and proceeded to reach up for a tea bag. Confusingly, the sugars looked like tea bags and I realized there must be tea already in the kettle. I held my cup and the flight attendant said “sit it on the tray.” I sat it on my tray. “No, this tray”, he said, pointing to the one he was holding. “Oh, that tray,” I replied. “Life can be difficult can’t it.” He responded jokingly. So much for my attempt to look proper and European, instead I’m a naive American wearing a red Medical Teams International shirt and acting culturally confused!

I was listening to the flight radio, and heard a Jazzercise song that made me want to dance. I started doing the routine in my head- Amy you’d know it! Lots to do when one can’t sleep.

Anyway, we’re almost to Uzbekistan, and our plane is full of lively German tourists who have been drinking free beer for the past few hours and making conversation with each other. Out my window I see lots of desert and a large body of water. I’m preparing myself to not judge Uzbekistan by it’s airport.

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