One of the things that I did on our trip to Los Angeles was take a picture of all the cities that were flying over. It’s amazing to me how different they all are.
Tennessee has “gently rolling hills.”
We had a layover in Houston. Texas is flat.
Halfway from our flight from Houston to LA, the pilot comes on, notifying us of our progress. I couldn’t believe we were STILL in Texas.
Flying over the desert.
When we got ready to leave LA, you fly over the Pacific Ocean. LA has so many houses and they are all on top of each other.
We hit a some turbulance flying over the mountains, but they were gorgeous.
We had a layover, coming back to Nashville in Las Vegas. Las Vegas really is a city buit in the middle of the desert. There’s absolutely nothing and then all of the sudden, there are houses everywhere that completely fill a valley.
When I went to Chicago a year and a half ago, I sat next to a girl from South Korea. We didn’t say much until the end of the flight. I had pulled out my Kindle and read most of the flight. At that point in time, Kindles were still very new and you didn’t see to many of them. Yes, it was time before iPads and Nooks. 
She started asking me questions about my Kindle and saw that I had a Bible loaded on it, which spawned some interesting conversations. One of the things that she said was, “Sometimes I doubt the existence of God. But, every time I fly, I am reminded.” Since then, every time I fly, I think of her.
