I made it to Texas all in one piece. Sister Perez and I were the only ones from the MTC flying to McAllen that day. Our mission president had received the wrong information about our flight so when we got off the plane, he and his wife were nowhere to be found. We waited for about 30 minutes before we finally called the mission home. Sister Trayner answered and I told her we were at the airport. "The Houston airport?" she asked. "No, we are in McAllen." It was pretty hilarious, to say the least. They apologized for not giving us the usual welcome they give missionaries.