Monday, September 21, 2009
Mom just wants me to have fun and enjoy myself and Dad was on board as soon as we promised to do a better job of cleaning out the lint catcher in the dryer while I was gone. See, everybody wins.
While these are great pictures, this also speaks to the excitement that I encountered on my first day traveling. As it turns out I had a flight to Chicago. Then a flight to Boston. Followed by a three hour layover followed by my first trip over the Atlantic to . . . Reykjavik, Iceland. Yes, I decided to splurge and pay the big bucks to be transported overseas by the highly reputable and world renowned IcelandAir. Word of advice, pay the extra couple of hundred bucks and buy the direct flight. I flew four different planes and went through security three times. Not worth it.
Quick thought on how our friends up North approach airplane building. For one, posture is apparently very important to these folks. I was actually almost leaning forward when I sat down. This normally isn't a problem because the seats tilt . . unless you were in my seat which would lean back but then pop right back up because the catch was broken. So for five hours in the middle of the night when I should be getting some sleep, I got to sit ramrod straight the whole time. Worst. . . Flight . . Ever (No joke).
At this point I'm working on 2 hours of sleep in the last 24 hours, but it's all going to be worth it because when we touch down and deboard the plane I will have achieved my goal of stepping foot onto another continent.
Turns out Reykjavik looks a lot like Detroit. Who knew?.