After finding our gate in Miami, with just under 2 hours til our flight to Quito, we settled in to look for other delegates. After all, who else would be flying to Quito the week befor
e the convention but other delegates, right? We had our badges on so we’d be easily identified too.
Sure enough, a brother who had forgotten his badge noticed us. Soon, his wife joined him. Now, this is where I wish I had written down names of friends I met… But, anyway, turns out they were from Pa, and were good friends of friends of some friends of ours in the neighboring congregation, Mt Olive.
Soon, we noticed an older couple looking at us. 
She smiled when I waved, so I knew they were delegates. They were French but serving in a Spanish congregation. Veronica got to communicate with them in Spanish, since my high school French was a joke. (All I could ask in French was how old they are and if they wanted butter on their bread.) They were very friendly, and later we saw them in Quito at the convention, dressed in beautiful Spanish attire.
Soon, we met a group of sisters from Tennessee, and then another large group from France. In all, there was probably 25-30 of us delegates on that flight. The excitement was just beginning.
It was funny to see the puzzled looks on the other passengers’ faces, wondering how we all knew each other, and hugging like long list friends. And of course, we were looking at them puzzled as to why they were going to Quito and not delegates. 😉