An unexpected trip with unexpected surprises (previously known as "Let Me Tell You a Story")

8:00pm (last night)- Impulsively decide to join group headed north next morning for a weekend prophecy conference in San Diego. Have difficult time explaining to friends (who know quite well how studiously I avoid prophecy and prophecy related subjects) why sudden change of heart. Have realized that previous commitment to write regularly for a prophecy blog might require some knowledge on the subject. Go home to pack.

3:30am- Am awake for unknown reason. Slightly surprised at how light the sky looks considering how early it is. Toss and turn, forget that am going to San Diego in a few hours.

5:30am- Remember. Get up.

6:30am- Despite rising earlier than most roosters, am still late to ladies' study, due to suddenly deciding to paint my toenails. Like the results. Wonder a little at my sudden burst of impulsiveness (impulsivity?).

8:00am- Have spent the previous hour and a half discussing with God my total lack of spiritually. Relieved that He seems to like me anyway. Leave to board BIG WHITE VAN (BWV) for northbound trip.

8:30am- Supposed to be on road. Last minute making of tea slows things down. Begin to pick up passengers.

9:00am- Have decided that makers of twelve passenger BWV forgot that most humans are bigger than your average supermodel. Glad to at least be sitting next to people I like.

12:00pm- Stop for lunch in Ensenada Costco. Eat hot dog. Still can't figure out why.

1:30pm- Requested potty stop. Am waiting impatiently for the next gas station to appear when loud noise makes me cover my ears and look for shooters of Big Guns. Realize is only tire. Begin to hop up and down in effort to forget my extreme need for restroom. Forlornly watch coolant drain from BWV onto pavement whilst scoping out terrain for a decent bush to pee on.

2:00pm- Climb aboard ambulance with ten of twelve passengers whilst paramedic angels who happened to be at scene of van disaster obligingly drive us to nearest tollbooth. Try not to laugh as my companions crack jokes at my expense. Try not to think of water.

2:15pm- Dropped of by ambulance. Begin to walk toward tollbooth when met by slightly suspicious police officer. Explain situation with BWV (tire issues, radiator issues, stuck on the side of the road issues). Am told that nearest public restroom is one km away. Stifle need to say bad things. Almost kiss police officer when he directs me to their private offices/bathrooms.

2:25pm- Arrive at offices. Pretend not to notice security guard and secretary smirking as they let me in. Meekly hurry into bathroom. Broken toilet seat presents slight dilemma. Don't care.

2:45pm- Back with group. Begins to sprinkle. Kick myself for leaving behind warmer sweater because it didn't match.

3:00pm- BWV arrives on back of tow truck. Slight celebration. Glad that public servants in Mexico are nice enough to phone mechanics on our behalf.

3:15pm- Mechanic arrives. Fixes things. Mostly. Good enough.

3:45pm- Pile back into BWV. Continue journey toward border crossing/San Diego. Fervently hope for no more memory-making occurances.

4:30pm- Arrive at border. Watch children juggling. Watch the beginnings of potential drug bust. Weigh pros/cons of sleeping at present. Decide against it.

6:00pm- To lodgings. Group splits with plans to meet in the morning.

6:05pm- Decide to go out in search of food. Find Chinese. Find frozen yogurt. Find Trader Joes. Spend lots of money.

9:00pm- Back to lodgings. Am slightly confused by time change. Shower.

10:00pm- Blog.

Thus ends day number one of what was not supposed to be an eventful journey. Tomorrow begins the prophecy conference. I'm hoping that I can still sleep afterward. Maybe I will blog about that, too.