Still waiting

I have been in an airport or on an airplane for 26 hours now.  Notice the same background but more travel weary look of my person. The group's flight had been delayed for 2 hours but Maureen had arrived (she came early as he wanted to go to Petra, Jordan too and flew in from Amman 2 hours ago).  I'm feeling quite batty. My hair has reached the greasy stage, as has my chin and nose and I think I had a pizza for lunch (again...nothing in English but there was crust and some sort of sauce and some green olives. Salty. It worked.).

I should conserve my phone battery but its nearly dead and the rest of the day is so up in the air that typing, albeit with thumbs, calms me down a bit. Not that I'm anxious or hyper or anything, just a little bored, nervous and tired. Yeah...the diet coke has worn off. 

The agenda says we are heading to see Jaffa, which tradition claims was founded by Noah's son after the flood. It is also where Peter received revelation to go and preach Christ's gospel to the world. It is also where Napoleon stationed his base when he conquered this area.  There are probably even more "it is where"s but that's all I know from my airport reading, which had been plentiful . So much history in one port by the sea.  

Once I spot all the other LDS folks, this show will really get starter. My guess is that they'll be easy to spot. There's kind of a look, you know?  Maureen calls it the light from within. It might be that. But after people watching for 7 straight hours, I bet not too many from our tour will be wearing jeggings with hightops. It is a surprisingly popular look for many. 

Waiting....waiting.  There they all are. Definitely the light within. And the Mormon look.