A new, yet old sight
It's the 27th of March but my computer says that it is 5:20 AM on the 28th. It's a bit confused, and so am I, because I'm sitting at my desk, here in Wyoming. It was just yesterday, literally that we were in Australia. We began our Thursday morning by meeting Elder and Sister Stoker at 4 in the morning to be driven to the Sydney airport. They dropped us off at the International terminal and we said our farewells. When we entered the building we realized we were at the wrong terminal, which is not accessible to the domestic side so we took a cab over to the other side. We watched people buying tickets for the few flights that were scheduled. We checked our bags and then met a fellow who has spent the last six months in Tasmania, as an ecologist. He has really long, blonde hair and a beard and a smile a mile wide. Come to find out, he's actually from Utah and a member of our faith. Although he's been apart from the church for many years he's not antagon