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.
This post initially appeared on Mis Ross’s Blog via my school district.
Featured Image: My view as we descend into Amsterdam on the morning of April 10th.
If you called me a procrastinator, I would say guilty as charged. Most of the time I am distracted by lines of poetry and prose that I compose while I’m washing the dishes, cooking dinner, grading essays, lesson planning, and a multitude of activities where I’d rather be doing something else. Tonight that activity is packing. In all reality, I know I should’ve already packed for the trip, but I at least made a checklist of what I wanted to take so I’m not completely behind schedule.
The sheer excitement I feel pulsating through my veins is the same excitement I would feel climbing into bed on Christmas evening. The excitement that no matter how tight you squeeze your eyes shut hoping to fall asleep you can’t. At least not until that sweet exhaustion anticipation has caught up with you and you drift off, a small smile still playing at the corners of your lips. However, the nap after opening presents is the soundest, most peaceful rest of the year. That will be me tomorrow about 6pm as we take off from Chicago O’Hare on an eight hour flight to Amsterdam.
For now, it’s the night before Amsterdam, and I am letting visions of tulips dance in my head:
‘Twas the night before Amsterdam, when all through the house
I was frantically searching for the perfect blouse.
The luggage stood empty; the clothes were not there.
I has to de-fuzz them as they were covered in corgi hair.
Final arrangements were made, itineraries were reread
When all I wanted was to sleep in my bed.
The hotel and “must see’s” were checked on the map.
A forte for planning would ensure no mishap.
When all of a sudden I squealed with laughter.
This anxious excitement was all procrastination blabber.
Tomorrow the adventure starts; it’s sure to be blissful.
But if I don’t get some sleep it will be more like abysmal!
So, I leave these words with you before I settle down for the night-
“Happy to travels to all, and to all a good flight!”
This post initially appeared at Miss Ross’s Blog via my school district.
Featured Image: Pixabay – “Flight” by ThePixelman (CC0 Public Domain)