HOTlanta, no London yet...

So we're rocking out the wireless connection at the Varsity (for all you native of HOTlanta out there) and it's actually been a pretty nice experiance. I've been sick, so it's been good to recover from exams before flying across the pond.
As frustrating as this whole experiance with Northwest Airlines has been, you gotta admit, God's got bigger plans. While I was snoozing this morning, Sarah Miller spent major tiempo overhauling our itenerary, and it looks better than ever. PLUS I found a flight from London to Barcelona for 12.99 quid, which saves us from spending a buttload of money and time riding the Chunnel train. Word. So the question is, how have we spent our time in Atlanta today? Wellllll, lemme tell you. First, we woke up to warm orange rolls and hot chocolate, because Frank Hope rocks my socks straight off. What an awesome brother. Then after 8 hours of sleep, I went back to bed (thanks to those nice mono medications, gotta love being doped up. My voice was SHOT after talking to everyone on God's green earth making plans yesterday after the great airline cancellations. Luckily, it's better this afternoon, so no stress. I even got to speak spanish to a lovely lady at the Varsity, so the illness hasn't affected any cognitive abilities, thank the dear lord. Each day I feel better.) Well, we walked through GA Tech's campus, amazed at the student center, which was equipped with EVERYTHING from a bagel shop to a small travel agency and even a Hair Cuttery... It was like Watkins on crack, no lie.
On our way around Downtown ATL, well, funny story here. Let me predece this with a warning/small fact about me: I spit alot when I'm exercizing. Now this may not be a womanly habit, nor a sanitary one, but hiking with a huge backpack on your back certainly qualifies as excercize. (Anyone who has run with me, either in NAHS crosscountry or at Erskine can testify to my bad spitting habit...) Well, Sarah and I are walking on Techwood Blvd. and I, as usual, start to feel like a camel and spit into the gutter. Well, this tall, probably 26 or 27 year old Tech student sees this un-womanly behavior and comments on it. Feeling a little embaressed, I start to apologize and he says, "No! It's not everyday you see a woman spit in public" and proceeds to comment on how awesome that is... I was kinda taken aback, until we were approached by a homeless, quite drunk black man who told us that we were "too pretty to be acting like 'white trash'." As I steered Sarah down North Ave and into the warm refuge of the Varsity, I couldn't help but laugh at Downtown Atlanta. Where else can you be complimented for spitting and be called white trash in the span of one block? Amazing.

Anyways, a big thank you to the Fraziers, Josh Valentine, my brother Frank, Lindsey Hunt, Brandy Brock, Sarah Miller's parents, and Bethany Roach for all their help over the last 24 hours. We couldn't have survived in ATL without you. Well, we would have been pulling a 'Tom Hanks' in the Terminal, but what fun is that?! You guys rock.

I leave you with a picture: hopefully next you hear from us, we'll be in the UK.

-Sarah.Hope