img_2359_1.jpgIt is not yet 7 in the morning. We have been flying over North America and are sitting in the transit lounge in Anchorage Alaska awaiting reboarding for the next leg of our journey. The last twenty four hours have been a marathon, sometimes more like a dash as we have hurried to meet specific deadlines. There have been moments of real warmth and encouragement, like supper at Pearson with Wyn, Dave, Sarah and Tessa. It was great to see my brother before we flew out. I have missed our conversations. Then there have been the moments of blind panic, like when Pam thought she had lost her passport. I’m sure it was my fault, but neither of us can remember putting in the pocket of the laptop bag. Not a good sign!