On Friday, February 16, I arrived at the airport at a horrifically early hour , and flew to LA. I then boarded a Thai Airlines flight to Bangkok. This flight took 20 hours, including a stop in Seoul. The flight gave me plenty of time to think. "I have *got* to be crazy! ... *What* am I doing?" I was also a bit afraid of flying over the Pacific, spending so many hours with no land in sight. But, by the time I decided to worry, there was not a thing that I could do. This flight went amazingly well. I sat next to a Thai man who lives in LA, and was going to visit his mother, and a Canadian woman who was meeting some friends in Thailand. When reboarding the plane in Seoul, one of my compatriots said, "Well, only 6 more hours to go, that's nothing!" I'm still amazed that I agreed with her. It was also during this time that I really began to wonder what it would be like to meet Asma.