Ecuador part 4

Its hard to feel any sort of emotion at three am. But she was almost sad. So much had happened in that hotel in Florida. And the fact that she wouldn't be able to share the excitement of entering a completely new country with her friends was dissappointing as well. But as she slumped her way to the rendavous point downstairs her name was called. "Darria!"


"Jed!" she yelled back. Jed the ecclectic twenty-something year old man from Oregon who was homeless for a year just to see what God was up to around the country. Whose beard reached his shoulders. She was so glad to see this leader from her team. And then Amy Lynn turned around. The pretty blonde leader from Minnesota whose laugh was so unique it made you smile to hear it. So she wouldn't be alone. She had Jed and Amy Lynn. 


She should stop thinking she would ever be alone. 


It seemed the people in charge of this thing knew that at three in the morning teens are going to be hungry. So she was greeted with a brown bag that contained a cereal bar, some sort of juice, and a banana. 


As they boarded the tour bus that would take them to the Miami airport, the three munched on the earliest breakfast Darria had ever eaten. "Would ya'll like my banana?" Jed accepted without hesitation. Then Darria said, "I hate bananas." 


"Why?" Jed gave her the strangest look ever.


"Because they are pure nast. I hate the way they taste, smell, look, feel in my mouth, the sound people make eating them, I hate bananas." she replied with conviction.


About this time they arrived at the airport. The staff was quick and seurity was harmless. It went by in a blur. And then she boarded the biggest plane she had ever been on. She pulled the tray down, rested her pillow on it and fell flat asleep.