FifteenHaving landed on time, I hoped that when I at last made my way through passport control and baggage claim, Aaron would be waiting for me. Finally, after forty minutes, I followed the signs leading the way to the official airport meeting point. It was a short walk to the arrivals hall, where a small crowd gathered and waited for their travelers. I scanned the crowd looking for my name among the few cards still held up by strangers. Slowly, people began leaving with those who had come to pick them up, friends and strangers alike. Ten minutes had passed when I finally noticed someone holding up my name on a piece of cardboard. As I approached, the man holding the cardboard smiled broadly.
“Krista Adams?”
He was a handsome, young man with a gleaming smile, full of perfectly white teet
