Physically, one can say that international travel does something to your insides.  For whatever reason, your body is thrown off schedule and doesn’t work right.  2 hours into our flight home, we land at the Munich Airport in Deutschland. Keep in mind we are sleep deprived, woke up at 4AM, I feel nauseated and sick, and the idea of getting on another airplane for 9 hours trans-Atlantic does not sound like “fun”.

So, I’m walking around the terminal in a soul-crushing Eeyore-like mood, saying to God, “God, I don’t know if I can do this. I can’t even stand 9 hours of torture, let alone the 14 hour flight and 9 hour layover that awaits us in trans-Pacific. I don’t even know if I want to go to Thailand anymore. This is hard. Whaaaaaaaaa.” And so forth.

As I’m crying out to the Lord of the Universe in my head in the terminal, I come face-t0-face with another gripping confirmation. In front of me is one of those wall advertisements to cover up whatever storage closet is parked in the middle of the airport. And what country could it be advertising? “Thailand, Thailand, Thailand….the land of smiles!”. What is Thailand doing in the middle of Germany? The Lufthansa airport has a sister airport in Chiang Mai and Bangkok, Thailand. Who knew? God knew! And I laughed all the way back to our gate to tell David. God has a hilarious sense of humor sometimes to get our attention.