Good morning from Europe! I am over Glasgow, Scotland making the final push for Amsterdam. Currently it’s about 9am here even though my watch and phone read 2am. I feel pretty accomplished stealing around 3-4 hours of sleep, albeit an hour of that was spent contorting my body in a new ways to ensure blood flow to my posterior.
The most surprising and delightful part about the flight was tasty food, especially a mango sorbet which was served. I would’ve been happy without my spinach lasagna if I could’ve opted for another sorbet. Zoe and I agreed on this point. More mango sorbet for everyone! It seems a little thing to be happy about, but it’s always the little things that make a difference when most of the time my flights have beverage service consists a few pretzels or snack mix, if you’re lucky, and 8oz of your drink of choice.
We did fly through a storm last night that was rocking things pretty good. It was an exercise in how well I could balance food on my fork instead of wearing it like an artist’s palette on my shirt. Afterwards it was the impetus that rocked Zoe and I off to sleep. It’s good to know we can sleep during a storm even at 35,000 feet.
All in all the flight was uneventful except for the scare the facilities in the lavatory gave me when they flushed. It immediately reminded me why I don’t go more often on flights. Loud noises aside, I still remember the stories my Dad would tell to discourage my sister and I from wanting to go on the plane. Needless to say, his tactics still work.
For now, it’s time to say adieu. The map cycling on the screen informs me that we descended about 20,000 feet and are 15 minutes away from touchdown. As much as I love flying, I’m ready to stretch my legs out and feel the weight of the ground pushing against my feet as I set out to explore Amsterdam.
Unbound 