Well, chappie 2's up!
Summary: Daisuke and Satoshi live in different worlds. No, not literally. Satoshi is a student in Stockton California. Daisuke is from Denver Colorado. They are both Jewish, and their temple groups, along with many more meet in D.C. for a weekend of politics and fun. The two meet thanks to Daisuke's friend, Tekeshi, and life is never the same.
Disclaimer: don't own, never have, never will. Quit rubbing it in. TT-TT
Here's the story!
Chapter two: Uncertainty
I got to the airport and checked in with the rest of my class. My one friend at temple had come along with us, and everyone swapped seats so they could be near their friends. Tekeshi and I were no accepton.
45 minutes later…
Upon boarding the plane, we found that we were on a 747. It was huge. We searched for our seats, and eventually found them. Our class was all the way back in the last few rows. We had no problem with it. Settling down, we began to prepare for a three-hour plane flight.
I was comfortable with a pencil and a pad of paper to write on. Tekeshi had his music out and homework. We settled nicely. There was a movie that Tekeshi eventually began to gain interest in and watched without talking to me for the remainder of the flight.
Three hours later…
Coming off of the airplane, I heard countless complaints that people's legs felt like lead. That was an other reason that I loved traveling all of the time. I got used to the feeling, and it no longer bothered me.
We got off at the WIA and looked around. The place was huge. It looked soooo big! If we weren't careful, we could easily be lost in the massive crowd. I looked around in aw. It was one of the largest airports that I had ever been to.
My group moved rapidly through the crowd and eventually got our bags. We then followed our teacher out of the airport, and boarded a bus that was sitting on the curb waiting for us.
Talking and laughing, we sat and watched all of the sakura cherry blossoms as we passed by millions of trees. There was an endless wall of sakura as we drove along. It was so peaceful.
A while later, everyone fell into silence as the mood of listening to music and boredom took over. We sat contentedly, and some of us even fell asleep. I sat and watched as green plant followed by green plant passed by out side the window. It was winter where we were from, and green was hard to find.
We drove for a while, and finally got to a hotel. We then found out that it was not the side of the hotel we were looking for, and we had to double back two times to find where we were supposed to be.
Finally, after an other twenty or so minutes, we found our hotel, and got off the bus. We were at a large Hamden inn suite. It was amazing. I had never been in such a big building before.
Then, our teachers handed out nametags. We put them on, and headed up to our rooms with twenty minutes to prepare for dinner with the other groups. I was shocked! Did I hear that right? OTHER temple groups? I was not going to miss out on fun because it was only my temple group?
My roommates and I headed up to find our rooms. On our way, we got hopelessly lost, and then we got locked outside. How were we supposed to know that all of the doors were locked? So, our remaining classmates let us back in, and we went up and got dressed.
We went down to dinner as a class, and all sat at two tables. There were about eight or nine other congregations there. It was amazing. For the first time in my life, it felt normal to be Jewish! I was among other people who sang the same songs we did, and felt the same way we did. It was so cool.
Before this, I had never felt a shred of connection between the Jewish people and me. Now I felt something tugging at me, telling me that this was a good thing. I looked around at all of the other Jews in the room, and felt like I belonged. I finally calmed down enough to eat dinner, and that was when I made my first "friend".
