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<font color=blue>I was stuck in that position and
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Once we were past the stink cloud we tried to settle into our seats. We were in the last side row, which had 2 seats and about 2 inches more leg space. Before we could be seated we had to move a little bundle sitting on our seats. I was curious about what it could be
.there was a blanket, headphones , toothbrush, and the cutest little tube of toothpaste Ive ever seen!! For some reason, anything tiny or travel size is extremely cute to me.
I got really excited by it and D.Jay just shakes his head .which looks remarkably like Ricky shaking his head at Lucy.
Tucked into our little corner of the airplane, I closed my eyes and tried to not act overly excited as our tin can was propelled into the sky. So, Im on British Airways after showing my passport and contemplating changing money, and it still doesnt seem real to me that Im actually going. It could be that Im just too tired to think straight.
Pretty soon its time for a drink and my dear husband who looked at me like Id lost my mind over the tiny toothpaste, gets excited by his tiny can of Coke. I dont think Ive ever seen a can that small before. He gets his phone out and takes a picture of the can and says he wants to keep it because its too cute to throw out.
Welcome to the darkside .we have little things ..mmwwhhhaaaaa!
Its been about 45 minutes since take off and we get our dinner. For airplane food, it was surprisingly good.
Its been several hours and D.Jay is next to me snoring away. Ive tried to watch 2 movies, 3 t.v. shows and I listened to 1 full cd. Ive even tried melatonin to knock me out, but no luck. Im too antsy to sleep or concentrate on anything.
I lift up the window shade next to me for a little reading light and my breath is taken way by the sight below. We are over the eastern edge of Greenland and I can see snow topped mountains and large icebergs in the ocean. I tried to get a picture but they just looked blurry.
On the tv screen we can watch updates on where we are, its fun to watch the little airplane moving across the globe. Its interesting to know what youre looking at down below.
Its hard to believe that in @ 9 hours I can make a trip that took my ancestors months to complete. Im so blessed by their efforts. Im pretty sure that when they were faced with the journey across the Atlantic and for some, half way across north America by wagon, it wasnt because they thought it would be fun. They all had different reasons the most common being to improve the lives of their families. I honestly dont know if I could do what they did.
2 hours to London and it still doesnt feel real to me like Im in a dream and going to wake-up disappointed that it isnt real. Ive longed for this for so long. I cant fully explain how I feel about travel and visiting the home of my ancestors in specific. Its like a feeling that has always been part of me. Not as a oh that would be fun but a yearning in my soul that must be heeded. I feel the same way about the ocean. Maybe its part of my DNA passed down from generations. If we inherit personality traits and talents through DNA it makes sense to me that there is a little more to it than we know. For whatever reason, I know following my family history is a part of who I am. As far back as I can remember, Ive wanted to learn about them and have loved history in general.
Being from a part of the world where most of the old things are only 150 years or newer,. I can only imagine what its going to feel like standing in buildings nearly 1,00 years old.
Were now just off the coast of Iceland and I can see Reyjavk the capital, on the screen. How do I remember its the capital of Iceland? Well, Craig Ferguson. On his show he sometimes plays a trivia question with the guest and regardless of the actually question he always begins with Revkjavik is the capital Of Iceland and then asks a totally unrelated question. Who knew you could learn geography watching late night tv?
I really want to open the window up far enough to get a good look below me, but sine others are trying to sleep and its extremely bright outside Im resisting the urge. ok, that and D.Jay trying to sleep beside me, pops open an eye when I do and gives me the evil eye.
Its been 5 hours since dinner and Im starting to feel hungry I wonder if they feed us breakfast too?
Hmmm, theres a place Ive never heard of FAEROE Islands, that just popped up on the screen somewhere between Iceland and Northern Scotland.
6 hours, 2 sprites, 2 glasses of water and an orange juice later and I need to go to the bathroom .but I dont want to wake up the evil eye next to me, so I try to wait a little longer until my eyes turn yellow or he stirs.
The names popping up on the picture of Iceland are ones that only the Swedish Chef could pronounce and even he might get a little tongue tied spitting them out. I want to open my window so bad!
Ive watched as one lady has made about 15 trips to the bathroom and as she walks up and down the aisle she kina hovers over each row. Not in a Im trying not to fall over kinda way but as Bailie would put it as a creeper. She makes me think of Anne Rices Dracula ..creepy.
My overly tired brain has been playing ping pong with random thoughts. 1 ½ hours till we land! Im so excited to get my mitzies on some British pounds .theyre such pretty colors. Lol
The tip of the plane is now over Ireland! I feel like a kid on Christmas eve watching NORAD track Santas route. Right between N Ireland and N Scotland the view is a wide ocean with chunks of ice floating.
Breakfast is served and Im not sure if Im more excited by the food, getting to go to the bathroom or being able to open my window all the way.
Breakfast is interesting, along with the muffin , fruit and juice, there is this little plop of something. I called it the deconstipator. It resembles bird poop mixed with oney, raisins and bird seed in a a thick little ball. We pray that ms. Gassy in front of us doesnt eat hers. I think theyre ment to get things moving after 9 hours of sitting.
Up next ..embarrassed by the DIS .
I got really excited by it and D.Jay just shakes his head .which looks remarkably like Ricky shaking his head at Lucy.
Tucked into our little corner of the airplane, I closed my eyes and tried to not act overly excited as our tin can was propelled into the sky. So, Im on British Airways after showing my passport and contemplating changing money, and it still doesnt seem real to me that Im actually going. It could be that Im just too tired to think straight.
Pretty soon its time for a drink and my dear husband who looked at me like Id lost my mind over the tiny toothpaste, gets excited by his tiny can of Coke. I dont think Ive ever seen a can that small before. He gets his phone out and takes a picture of the can and says he wants to keep it because its too cute to throw out.
Welcome to the darkside .we have little things ..mmwwhhhaaaaa!
Its been about 45 minutes since take off and we get our dinner. For airplane food, it was surprisingly good.
Its been several hours and D.Jay is next to me snoring away. Ive tried to watch 2 movies, 3 t.v. shows and I listened to 1 full cd. Ive even tried melatonin to knock me out, but no luck. Im too antsy to sleep or concentrate on anything.
I lift up the window shade next to me for a little reading light and my breath is taken way by the sight below. We are over the eastern edge of Greenland and I can see snow topped mountains and large icebergs in the ocean. I tried to get a picture but they just looked blurry.
On the tv screen we can watch updates on where we are, its fun to watch the little airplane moving across the globe. Its interesting to know what youre looking at down below.
Its hard to believe that in @ 9 hours I can make a trip that took my ancestors months to complete. Im so blessed by their efforts. Im pretty sure that when they were faced with the journey across the Atlantic and for some, half way across north America by wagon, it wasnt because they thought it would be fun. They all had different reasons the most common being to improve the lives of their families. I honestly dont know if I could do what they did.
2 hours to London and it still doesnt feel real to me like Im in a dream and going to wake-up disappointed that it isnt real. Ive longed for this for so long. I cant fully explain how I feel about travel and visiting the home of my ancestors in specific. Its like a feeling that has always been part of me. Not as a oh that would be fun but a yearning in my soul that must be heeded. I feel the same way about the ocean. Maybe its part of my DNA passed down from generations. If we inherit personality traits and talents through DNA it makes sense to me that there is a little more to it than we know. For whatever reason, I know following my family history is a part of who I am. As far back as I can remember, Ive wanted to learn about them and have loved history in general.
Being from a part of the world where most of the old things are only 150 years or newer,. I can only imagine what its going to feel like standing in buildings nearly 1,00 years old.
Were now just off the coast of Iceland and I can see Reyjavk the capital, on the screen. How do I remember its the capital of Iceland? Well, Craig Ferguson. On his show he sometimes plays a trivia question with the guest and regardless of the actually question he always begins with Revkjavik is the capital Of Iceland and then asks a totally unrelated question. Who knew you could learn geography watching late night tv?
I really want to open the window up far enough to get a good look below me, but sine others are trying to sleep and its extremely bright outside Im resisting the urge. ok, that and D.Jay trying to sleep beside me, pops open an eye when I do and gives me the evil eye.
Its been 5 hours since dinner and Im starting to feel hungry I wonder if they feed us breakfast too?
Hmmm, theres a place Ive never heard of FAEROE Islands, that just popped up on the screen somewhere between Iceland and Northern Scotland.
6 hours, 2 sprites, 2 glasses of water and an orange juice later and I need to go to the bathroom .but I dont want to wake up the evil eye next to me, so I try to wait a little longer until my eyes turn yellow or he stirs.
The names popping up on the picture of Iceland are ones that only the Swedish Chef could pronounce and even he might get a little tongue tied spitting them out. I want to open my window so bad!
Ive watched as one lady has made about 15 trips to the bathroom and as she walks up and down the aisle she kina hovers over each row. Not in a Im trying not to fall over kinda way but as Bailie would put it as a creeper. She makes me think of Anne Rices Dracula ..creepy.
My overly tired brain has been playing ping pong with random thoughts. 1 ½ hours till we land! Im so excited to get my mitzies on some British pounds .theyre such pretty colors. Lol
The tip of the plane is now over Ireland! I feel like a kid on Christmas eve watching NORAD track Santas route. Right between N Ireland and N Scotland the view is a wide ocean with chunks of ice floating.
Breakfast is served and Im not sure if Im more excited by the food, getting to go to the bathroom or being able to open my window all the way.
Breakfast is interesting, along with the muffin , fruit and juice, there is this little plop of something. I called it the deconstipator. It resembles bird poop mixed with oney, raisins and bird seed in a a thick little ball. We pray that ms. Gassy in front of us doesnt eat hers. I think theyre ment to get things moving after 9 hours of sitting.
Up next ..embarrassed by the DIS .
Luckily we didn't have that issue! 
I always have a hard time sleeping on a plane...I'm too worried that I might snore or heaven forbid fart or drool!
I can't help it if, while looking for light leaks in my eyelids, I happen to doze off for a few secon.. er, minut..... uhhhh, OK, SO IT WAS HOURS! Time "flies" when you're out cold.
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