10 years ago today I boarded a plane for my very first international flight. I was 21 years old and in my 4th year of University at Dalhousie. I had signed up for the Canadian Field Studies in Africa program and I was on my way to Kenya for 10 weeks. I had been on airplanes before; my hometown was Waterloo and I was attending school in Halifax, but this flight was different. I had poured over maps and felt thrilled that I would be flying over the Atlantic Ocean to a country so foreign to me that I couldn't even begin to imagine what it would be like. In my journal I wrote "I had a shower - I wonder when my next shower will be? I put on the clothes I've had laid out all week, I'll be traveling in these clothes for days. Looking at a world map I thought to myself that I'm going to be flying over the Atlantic Ocean tonight!"
Once at the airport I wrote about meeting Amy in line for the Air Canada flight to Frankfurt. One by one, more girls approached us asking if we were going to Africa, I was glad to be getting into a group so I wasn't alone. It was a long flight to Frankfurt, but I had an aisle seat!
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