Lost!

Yesterday Aaron (son-in-law) and I went to the airport where I saw him off. It was hard to have him leave. We would have kept him except our daughter would have hated us! I took a picture of him going through Customs, and was reprimanded -- security?

Then I decided to go to the church where we went last week. Back to the metro stop, and get on a bus. But I got on the wrong bus, even though the bus driver said it was correct. I thought it was the 2nd stop, but he must not have opened the doors at the first stop, so when I asked him, he pointed back and let me know I had missed it. I said, "But there was no sign!" He said, "Get out (in Czech)" quite rudely and then repeated it. So I got out, having no idea where I was or how to go anywhere. It was raining and I felt like crying, mostly because I was so angry with the bus driver. They are so much kinder in Boston! Anyhow, an English speaking person directed me down a street that I walked for about 3/4 of a mile, then found a bus stop. Another English speaking person told me I was waiting for a bus that went in the wrong direction. So I crossed the road and waited. When the bus came, I asked the bus driver if he was going to the metro. He shook his head and said No. An English speaking person kindly told me to get on, go one stop, and change buses, which I did, and got home safely. No church, but it felt good to make it home.

Since Lance isn't looking over my shoulder to tell me I'm being overly-dramatic, can I make the analogy of how many people are lost? Luckily there are kind people along the way who are willing to help out a stranger.