To say that I’m excited is an understatement. I turn 41 today. In some ways, this is a very scary prospect. I’ve achieved middle-age and as we all know, one doesn’t get younger (yes, an obvious statement but still, sometimes we need to say it)
Today I go on my first international flight since I was 9 years old (and I traveled alone then too!). I remember flying Lufthansa to Germany to visit my step-father’s parents. Times have changed for international flying.
The takeoff had to be the longest takeoff I’ve ever experienced. And to make it more fun I decided to take an aisle seat at the back of the plane. The very back — row 88, the last one. The plus is that I’m beside the washroom and the self-service bar. The downside is that I’m near the washroom and the self-service bar. I did take some melatonin and a sleeping aid in hopes of snooozing through the maority of the flight. I’m avoiding caffeine as much asĀ can so that I won’t stay up. I’m also drinking more water.
Because of the height this plane ends up at (nearly 39,000+ feet), the humidity is way low and thus, water is something that I will constantly want to have.
I did luck out, however. Even though I’m in coach/economy/cattle car, the plane isn’t full and I have an empty seat beside me so I stretch and don’t to worry about someone crawling all over me.
LOL. The pilot came on to tell us to change our watche to Australian time and that apparently they will go back Sunday morning.
So I lose a day but gain an hour.
Did I mention that it was exciting?
Oddly enough, I did manage to get some sleep.
More later…