Concorde Hotel
I feel like I never left. The drive is at least a quarter of a mile and I remember being in the massive bus last year as we drove down it. I couldn't have even imagined what I was getting - everything is extraordinarily fancy - the spiral staircase with the chandelier that cascades from the top floor to the bottom basement room.
I'm pretty sure Brad really did get Shannon and me a room far away from everyone else. We're in a hallway I didn't even know existed until tonight. The other people are all at the complete opposite end of the building.
But wait! There are some on our end! Phew. I even figured out the internet connection so now I'm gonna update everything!
LOVE Y'ALL!!!!!!
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Airline Adventures 2
Airline Adventures 2
I grabbed a can of almonds and a Coca-Cola Light while waiting at the gate to hold me over. I passed out a few times but never really got any great sleep on account of my iPhone was charging at a station across from where we were sitting and, while there were other members of the group around, it's my responsibility. Security was about the same as America, but I got to leave my shoes on. AND I GOT SCANNED THIS TIME! AND patted down. It was awesome!
I was SO incredibly sleepy that I kept passing out before the plane even taxied out to the runway. Lucky for me this time I had an amazing seat buddy. He informed me of the flight being delayed, he woke me up for snack and drink time, handed me my drinks, took my trash for me, woke me up for dinner, didn't judge when I had NO idea what was going on, checked on me when I zoned out, alerted me to the empty bathroom, grabbed my entering the country passport form thing and has just been good company. I told him that if it hadn't been for him, I prolly would have slept through this entire flight.
Getting our visas stamped was pretty painless - just a long line that moved on Egyptian time (anywhere from 15m-1hr later than planned, i.e. realllllllly slow) but it felt so good to finally be here it didn't matter to me.
Mike got my phone to get a few bars earlier - so there's hope - but for now the bars have gone bye-bye and I'm all alone. I want to Skype with my family and my Jarrod. I'm so happy right now and all I want to do is share that. I can't even post this online yet because I cant remember the trick to signing in on the wifi at the hotel.
But seriously? I'm in Egypt. I'll get over it!
PS (Prolly shouldn't have taken those naps on the plane. It's 4:23 Egypt time and I'm energized!)
I grabbed a can of almonds and a Coca-Cola Light while waiting at the gate to hold me over. I passed out a few times but never really got any great sleep on account of my iPhone was charging at a station across from where we were sitting and, while there were other members of the group around, it's my responsibility. Security was about the same as America, but I got to leave my shoes on. AND I GOT SCANNED THIS TIME! AND patted down. It was awesome!
I was SO incredibly sleepy that I kept passing out before the plane even taxied out to the runway. Lucky for me this time I had an amazing seat buddy. He informed me of the flight being delayed, he woke me up for snack and drink time, handed me my drinks, took my trash for me, woke me up for dinner, didn't judge when I had NO idea what was going on, checked on me when I zoned out, alerted me to the empty bathroom, grabbed my entering the country passport form thing and has just been good company. I told him that if it hadn't been for him, I prolly would have slept through this entire flight.
Getting our visas stamped was pretty painless - just a long line that moved on Egyptian time (anywhere from 15m-1hr later than planned, i.e. realllllllly slow) but it felt so good to finally be here it didn't matter to me.
Mike got my phone to get a few bars earlier - so there's hope - but for now the bars have gone bye-bye and I'm all alone. I want to Skype with my family and my Jarrod. I'm so happy right now and all I want to do is share that. I can't even post this online yet because I cant remember the trick to signing in on the wifi at the hotel.
But seriously? I'm in Egypt. I'll get over it!
PS (Prolly shouldn't have taken those naps on the plane. It's 4:23 Egypt time and I'm energized!)
Amsterdam!!!
Amsterdam 6-20-12
Let me just say ... wow. I knew there was bound to be interesting things happen while we were in Amsterdam and I was pretty much right. Initially we weren't really sure how we would be traveling around Amsterdam - I assumed we would all stick together and be limited as to where we could go and what we could see. I wasn't planning on getting crazy but I am very interested in the way different cultures work and Amsterdam is much more liberal than anywhere else I have been and, well, I wanted to see it. Getting to come spend time in Amsterdam already had me emotionally warped because it was one place Alex had always wanted to come to. Now he would have EXPERIENCED it; I just wanted to SEE it.
Much to my (pleasant) surprise, we took the train from the airport into Amsterdam, got signed up for a 'hop on, hop off' canal tour and at each stop we were given the opportunity to split up and explore where we pleased. Even more exciting was that Shannon was just as willing as I was to go off the beaten path to get past the touristy parts and really SEE Amsterdam.
"Hey, wonder where that street goes"
"Only one way to find out!"
We also discovered that we are more alike personality wise than either one of us had initially suspected. It's difficult to describe - we just got each other with no need to pass any judgements. We just wanted to (safely) have an Amsterdam adventure. About 10 minutes into our first adventure and we end up in the Red Light District. Oops. I would assume we were more on the edge of it; it wasn't too outrageous, we just kept on turning down random streets with no end game in mind. We just wanted to take in as much as possible before we had to meet the group back at the canal stop. And, the rumors are true. Everywhere you walk there are people sitting outside cafes and bistros smoking joints like it ain't no thang. However, there wasn't nearly as many as I had initially assumed. I would guess that because it's not taboo, less people sneak around, therefore it's less appealing to the kiddos. I'm not gonna lie - Alex would have loved it. In fact, as we were on our way back to meet up with the group, BOOM! A "Hemp Shop"...full of cannabis, pictures, and other general paraphernalia. At this moment Shannon and I realized that Alex was indeed guiding our tour, there was no other explanation.
Amsterdam is extremely beautiful and very rich in history. The average houses used to be 3 yards wide. Talk about skinny! We saw many houses that looked like the front was about to fall off and I was concerned that it was structural issues. Come to find out, they are built that way on purpose. Not only does it make the house look bigger from below, it also helps protect the house when furniture is moved in. Because the houses are so narrow, the only way to get furniture in is to lift it with a rope. Most of the houses have a hook hanging over the top level that can be used as a pulley to get big items inside. Clever.
On our second excursion we found a little cafe where we had a scrumptious lunch. I had a BLTCA (bacon, lettuce, tomato, chicken, & avocado). It was reallllly good. Shannon had the weekly special - it was a healthy burger that was about the size of a slider and a half from the states. Hers came with these chips that were like baked Doritos but thicker in width and smaller in size. They were good too.
After the third trip on the canal tour we were pretty puckered out. The group decided (or so we thought) to split up and either take the 2:25 or the 3:45 canal boat back to the train station and then rendevue back at the airport. We were tuckered out so we make a quick trip to the Hard Rock Cafe so we could get some shirts and then we decided to head back.
Let me take this opportunity to fill my wonderful readers in on something most of you probably do not know - Amsterdam is extremely proud of their bicyclists. They joke that the canal is made up of 3meters - 1 meter water, 1 meter mud, and 1 meter bicycles. They have bike lanes and bike signals. And honey, if one's a comin' you best get out the way! Our part of the sidewalk was taken over by construction vehicles so when a car staopped to let us across I shot across to the median, looked both ways and then ran to the other side of the street. I THOUGH I was on the sidewalk when all of a sudden this horn screams out from behind me. I'm exhausted, I just ran across a busy street, and now I'm extremely confused as to why a car would be up on the sidewalk with me. I turn around to see an older Korean woman on a bike and she had a face that clearly showed she was in no way pleased with me. Still processing her car horn on a BIKE, I managed to hop out of the way and apologize. She then proceeds to shoot past me only to turn around, flip me off and grunt before speeding off. Accidents happen!! Needless to say, at that point I was just ready to go.
Shannon fell asleep on the boat - I made it until the train which, was delayed 35min due to some emergency further down the track. After that we arrived at the airport, found our bags and went ahead to the gate. My international plan has not been working so I had no way of letting Brad know where we were so I used a wifi hotspot and messaged Mike via Facebook in hopes he would see it and let Brad know what was going on. I know how Bassett works - he doesn't like to not know where everybody is. I feel better knowing he knows too plus I don't think Amsterdam could handle one of our arguments (people never know how to respond), so I was pretty nervous waiting for the rest of the group to arrive. Shannon passed out again so she wasn't too worried. :) Sure enough, he came and it was then we realized we had misunderstood the splitting up directions. I apologized and he then admitted he really just didn't want to have to call my dad and let him know that he'd lost me in Amsterdam. :) I told him my dad probably halfway expected it to happen anyways. I'm a Hamilton after all - we always have crazy adventures.
This one was no different. Thank goodness!
Let me just say ... wow. I knew there was bound to be interesting things happen while we were in Amsterdam and I was pretty much right. Initially we weren't really sure how we would be traveling around Amsterdam - I assumed we would all stick together and be limited as to where we could go and what we could see. I wasn't planning on getting crazy but I am very interested in the way different cultures work and Amsterdam is much more liberal than anywhere else I have been and, well, I wanted to see it. Getting to come spend time in Amsterdam already had me emotionally warped because it was one place Alex had always wanted to come to. Now he would have EXPERIENCED it; I just wanted to SEE it.
Much to my (pleasant) surprise, we took the train from the airport into Amsterdam, got signed up for a 'hop on, hop off' canal tour and at each stop we were given the opportunity to split up and explore where we pleased. Even more exciting was that Shannon was just as willing as I was to go off the beaten path to get past the touristy parts and really SEE Amsterdam.
"Hey, wonder where that street goes"
"Only one way to find out!"
We also discovered that we are more alike personality wise than either one of us had initially suspected. It's difficult to describe - we just got each other with no need to pass any judgements. We just wanted to (safely) have an Amsterdam adventure. About 10 minutes into our first adventure and we end up in the Red Light District. Oops. I would assume we were more on the edge of it; it wasn't too outrageous, we just kept on turning down random streets with no end game in mind. We just wanted to take in as much as possible before we had to meet the group back at the canal stop. And, the rumors are true. Everywhere you walk there are people sitting outside cafes and bistros smoking joints like it ain't no thang. However, there wasn't nearly as many as I had initially assumed. I would guess that because it's not taboo, less people sneak around, therefore it's less appealing to the kiddos. I'm not gonna lie - Alex would have loved it. In fact, as we were on our way back to meet up with the group, BOOM! A "Hemp Shop"...full of cannabis, pictures, and other general paraphernalia. At this moment Shannon and I realized that Alex was indeed guiding our tour, there was no other explanation.
Amsterdam is extremely beautiful and very rich in history. The average houses used to be 3 yards wide. Talk about skinny! We saw many houses that looked like the front was about to fall off and I was concerned that it was structural issues. Come to find out, they are built that way on purpose. Not only does it make the house look bigger from below, it also helps protect the house when furniture is moved in. Because the houses are so narrow, the only way to get furniture in is to lift it with a rope. Most of the houses have a hook hanging over the top level that can be used as a pulley to get big items inside. Clever.
On our second excursion we found a little cafe where we had a scrumptious lunch. I had a BLTCA (bacon, lettuce, tomato, chicken, & avocado). It was reallllly good. Shannon had the weekly special - it was a healthy burger that was about the size of a slider and a half from the states. Hers came with these chips that were like baked Doritos but thicker in width and smaller in size. They were good too.
After the third trip on the canal tour we were pretty puckered out. The group decided (or so we thought) to split up and either take the 2:25 or the 3:45 canal boat back to the train station and then rendevue back at the airport. We were tuckered out so we make a quick trip to the Hard Rock Cafe so we could get some shirts and then we decided to head back.
Let me take this opportunity to fill my wonderful readers in on something most of you probably do not know - Amsterdam is extremely proud of their bicyclists. They joke that the canal is made up of 3meters - 1 meter water, 1 meter mud, and 1 meter bicycles. They have bike lanes and bike signals. And honey, if one's a comin' you best get out the way! Our part of the sidewalk was taken over by construction vehicles so when a car staopped to let us across I shot across to the median, looked both ways and then ran to the other side of the street. I THOUGH I was on the sidewalk when all of a sudden this horn screams out from behind me. I'm exhausted, I just ran across a busy street, and now I'm extremely confused as to why a car would be up on the sidewalk with me. I turn around to see an older Korean woman on a bike and she had a face that clearly showed she was in no way pleased with me. Still processing her car horn on a BIKE, I managed to hop out of the way and apologize. She then proceeds to shoot past me only to turn around, flip me off and grunt before speeding off. Accidents happen!! Needless to say, at that point I was just ready to go.
Shannon fell asleep on the boat - I made it until the train which, was delayed 35min due to some emergency further down the track. After that we arrived at the airport, found our bags and went ahead to the gate. My international plan has not been working so I had no way of letting Brad know where we were so I used a wifi hotspot and messaged Mike via Facebook in hopes he would see it and let Brad know what was going on. I know how Bassett works - he doesn't like to not know where everybody is. I feel better knowing he knows too plus I don't think Amsterdam could handle one of our arguments (people never know how to respond), so I was pretty nervous waiting for the rest of the group to arrive. Shannon passed out again so she wasn't too worried. :) Sure enough, he came and it was then we realized we had misunderstood the splitting up directions. I apologized and he then admitted he really just didn't want to have to call my dad and let him know that he'd lost me in Amsterdam. :) I told him my dad probably halfway expected it to happen anyways. I'm a Hamilton after all - we always have crazy adventures.
This one was no different. Thank goodness!
Airline Adventures
Airline Adventures
KLM Dutch Airways...
I would like to begin this post with a disclosure: I am running on 1-2hrs of sleep since I got up at 12:30 Sunday afternoon. I'm 33000ft in the air with 7 hours and 10 mintutes left in plane ride part one. I have been attempting, since takeoff, to fall asleep but this keeps getting put off by slaps in the face with my seat neighbor's blanket, the woman in front of me opening her window every 3 minutes (no exaggeration), blasting me with unnecessary sunlight OR she knocks my feet off the back part of her armrest. So expect cynicism and please bear with me.
I arrived at LakePointe 21minutes after the set time to meet but 9 minutes before we were scheduled to leave. Upon opening the door to my car I was hit with heckling from our wonderful city councilman, Michael, and our friend Randy. No surprise there. We prayed and hopped on the bus to head to DFW airport. I sat with my roomie for the week Shannon, and Peyton, a fun chica I met at the Joe Willy's fundraiser night.
There was a little bit of traffic but hey, it was Dallas during the afternoon. Again, no surprise. The line at the airport was short until our massive group arrived to choke up not only the line, but the computer systems as well. Two-thirds of the group made it through with no problems, but then we overloaded the system. Something kept freezing up and telling them we were too much (or something to that effect). This too was blamed on me. I would like to say it was just 'wrong place at the wrong time' but that would be ridiculous because it implies that I might not have received the blame if the situation had been set up differently. Again. No surprise. :)
**I feel obligated to interrupt here and let you know they just fed us, it was good, and I'm hoping it will help my blood sugar levels and my mood. I know that is a lot of pressure to put on a pasta dinner, but I believe it has the ability.**
So, after standing at the ticket counter, waiting to get my boarding pass and watching the attendant behind the counter (Andrew) do his job while constantly being barraged by the other attendants asking him the same questions repeatedly. Andrew stayed strong and got me my boarding pass so Brad sent me to the security checkpoint thing so I could get to the gate. An older gentleman was in line behind me and he kept muttering about how unnecessary all the security rules were. My thought is this: Yes, it takes an outrageous amount of time. Yes, taking off your shoes in the same place thousands of other people take off their shoes is gross. But guess what? If it stops ONE person with bad intentions - IT IS TOTALLY WORTH IT.
I was a little bit bummed when it was my time to go through because I didn't get to do the fun body scan thing. The last time I did it I smiled REAL big when they pushed the button to take my picture. :) This time, I didn't even get my pouf patted down. :( I'm sorry to admit it was very generic, extremely routine, and nothing exciting to report whatsoever.
I bought a neck pillow on the way to our gate (grey because it goes with pretty much everything but doesn't stain like black) and it is wrapped around my neck and shoulders as I type and I'm very pleased with my first purchase of the trip.
The flight was already boarding as I approached the gate and I was excited to learn I would be sitting by my friend Faith. I adopted her and her little brother last year in Egypt because I was "strict" like their mom and so I call them my babies and they call me Momma Dos.
When we boarded, everything went to poo. I got to my seat and put my bag in the overhead compartment. Jon, Faith's dad, was talking to two flight attendants in an attempt to get their family of four seated together. I was told (I SWEAR!) to go switch Rena (their real momma) or Andy (the youngest baby) for their seat in the next compartment. Happy to switch an isle seat for a window seat, I grab my bag out of the overhead compartment and move to where Rena and Andy are sitting. They moved out of the way, I put my bag in the new overhead compartment and took my new seat. Less than 30 seconds later Rena comes back, telling me that they told them to go back to their seats until they got it figured out. Then, one of the same flight attendants comes up and tells me that she had NOT told me to switch them, but to move to the window seat right next to where my original seat had been. And then she laughed at me and made some remark about how she couldn't believe I thought I was going back to where I was currently sitting. I stood up, let Rena and Andy back in and then she starts saying 'we can put you here, or we can put you here, or here..." until I finally cut her off by telling her I would go wherever she put me because it wasn't that big of a deal. That's when she almost kissed me. She started smiling real big and saying, "Oh thank you! You are amazing! Oh, I wish all the people were people like you!"
So...I got my window seat. Next to an older Ethiopian woman who speaks no English. Which, I thought would be fine since all I wanted to do was sleep...until I found out that she has no boundary issues, and she throws her blanket wherever she sees fit. Oh well. What can you do? :)
Right now we're flying somewhere over Canada (ay!), only 6000 and something miles away from our final destination. Oy vay.
I need to get up and walk but I'm currently stuck. Both dinner trays are down and she's passed out. Plus, the seatbelt sign is on because of turbulence so it wouldn't matter anyways.
My biggest conundrum right now is whether or not to get tea or coffee for my post meal drank (yes, I know the correct word is drink, but I like the way drank sounds more). The coffee smells AMAZING but it may keep me up...but then again I could get the tea and stay awake anyways.
Oh heck, I'm gonna live on the wild side - coffee it is.
Man, it's a tough life. :)
2hours and 20something minutes left! I just looked out the window and realized we're chasing the sun. It was setting as we were leaving America but it's beginning to rise on this side of the world and I got to watch a sunset become a sunrise without ever being separated by the night.
I was able to get up and walk around for a bit and stretch my legs so that helped a lot. So did the medicine I took an hour and a half ago. I've been able to get some more sleep but nothing spectacular. The movies available on this flight are extremely impressive. In fact, one that I rented thru iTunes yesterday morning is on the list - Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy. I'll probably start a movie on here instead of the ipad because I'll have to shut this bad boy down before we land - the on flight tv screen I can leave on. The earphones are good too which is funny because that is NEVER the case with ANY other airline I've ever flown on. Dinner was yummy too - I had the choices of beef or pasta - I chose pasta. It was nomnomnomnom. I don't think I've ever been that pleased with an inflight meal either. I've had more decent dinners than bad ones, but this one was GOOD. I also just remembered that I didn't eat sushi before I left. That is a MASSIVE bummer because while they have sushi in Egypt we are discouraged from eating it. Maybe I'll do something crazy...
Looking out the window the wing of the plane obstructs roughly 50% of my view, the clouds we're riding on are a dark purple - the kind that is so dark it could be mistaken for dark grey or dark blue. But it's purple. Peeking up behind the purple is a magnificent red. The red fades into a sliver of pink before slipping into a light apricot-y/peachy color. There is a very thn line of the clouds above this, blurring the lines between orange and sea foam green. The sea foam green is a small sliver like the pink and it gives way to a simple baby blue that gets darker as it goes on up to the top of my window.
I love flying. I always feel close to God when I fly. Like I'm in this steel bird and we're gliding over the sidewalk that is outside of His front yard. In turn, I feel close to Alex and I can't think about it too long because it is the most intense mixture of happiness and sadness a person can feel at the same time.
And yes, for my final movie of the flight, I am watching The Fox and the Hound.
Like a boss.
I arrived at LakePointe 21minutes after the set time to meet but 9 minutes before we were scheduled to leave. Upon opening the door to my car I was hit with heckling from our wonderful city councilman, Michael, and our friend Randy. No surprise there. We prayed and hopped on the bus to head to DFW airport. I sat with my roomie for the week Shannon, and Peyton, a fun chica I met at the Joe Willy's fundraiser night.
There was a little bit of traffic but hey, it was Dallas during the afternoon. Again, no surprise. The line at the airport was short until our massive group arrived to choke up not only the line, but the computer systems as well. Two-thirds of the group made it through with no problems, but then we overloaded the system. Something kept freezing up and telling them we were too much (or something to that effect). This too was blamed on me. I would like to say it was just 'wrong place at the wrong time' but that would be ridiculous because it implies that I might not have received the blame if the situation had been set up differently. Again. No surprise. :)
**I feel obligated to interrupt here and let you know they just fed us, it was good, and I'm hoping it will help my blood sugar levels and my mood. I know that is a lot of pressure to put on a pasta dinner, but I believe it has the ability.**
So, after standing at the ticket counter, waiting to get my boarding pass and watching the attendant behind the counter (Andrew) do his job while constantly being barraged by the other attendants asking him the same questions repeatedly. Andrew stayed strong and got me my boarding pass so Brad sent me to the security checkpoint thing so I could get to the gate. An older gentleman was in line behind me and he kept muttering about how unnecessary all the security rules were. My thought is this: Yes, it takes an outrageous amount of time. Yes, taking off your shoes in the same place thousands of other people take off their shoes is gross. But guess what? If it stops ONE person with bad intentions - IT IS TOTALLY WORTH IT.
I was a little bit bummed when it was my time to go through because I didn't get to do the fun body scan thing. The last time I did it I smiled REAL big when they pushed the button to take my picture. :) This time, I didn't even get my pouf patted down. :( I'm sorry to admit it was very generic, extremely routine, and nothing exciting to report whatsoever.
I bought a neck pillow on the way to our gate (grey because it goes with pretty much everything but doesn't stain like black) and it is wrapped around my neck and shoulders as I type and I'm very pleased with my first purchase of the trip.
The flight was already boarding as I approached the gate and I was excited to learn I would be sitting by my friend Faith. I adopted her and her little brother last year in Egypt because I was "strict" like their mom and so I call them my babies and they call me Momma Dos.
When we boarded, everything went to poo. I got to my seat and put my bag in the overhead compartment. Jon, Faith's dad, was talking to two flight attendants in an attempt to get their family of four seated together. I was told (I SWEAR!) to go switch Rena (their real momma) or Andy (the youngest baby) for their seat in the next compartment. Happy to switch an isle seat for a window seat, I grab my bag out of the overhead compartment and move to where Rena and Andy are sitting. They moved out of the way, I put my bag in the new overhead compartment and took my new seat. Less than 30 seconds later Rena comes back, telling me that they told them to go back to their seats until they got it figured out. Then, one of the same flight attendants comes up and tells me that she had NOT told me to switch them, but to move to the window seat right next to where my original seat had been. And then she laughed at me and made some remark about how she couldn't believe I thought I was going back to where I was currently sitting. I stood up, let Rena and Andy back in and then she starts saying 'we can put you here, or we can put you here, or here..." until I finally cut her off by telling her I would go wherever she put me because it wasn't that big of a deal. That's when she almost kissed me. She started smiling real big and saying, "Oh thank you! You are amazing! Oh, I wish all the people were people like you!"
So...I got my window seat. Next to an older Ethiopian woman who speaks no English. Which, I thought would be fine since all I wanted to do was sleep...until I found out that she has no boundary issues, and she throws her blanket wherever she sees fit. Oh well. What can you do? :)
Right now we're flying somewhere over Canada (ay!), only 6000 and something miles away from our final destination. Oy vay.
I need to get up and walk but I'm currently stuck. Both dinner trays are down and she's passed out. Plus, the seatbelt sign is on because of turbulence so it wouldn't matter anyways.
My biggest conundrum right now is whether or not to get tea or coffee for my post meal drank (yes, I know the correct word is drink, but I like the way drank sounds more). The coffee smells AMAZING but it may keep me up...but then again I could get the tea and stay awake anyways.
Oh heck, I'm gonna live on the wild side - coffee it is.
Man, it's a tough life. :)
2hours and 20something minutes left! I just looked out the window and realized we're chasing the sun. It was setting as we were leaving America but it's beginning to rise on this side of the world and I got to watch a sunset become a sunrise without ever being separated by the night.
I was able to get up and walk around for a bit and stretch my legs so that helped a lot. So did the medicine I took an hour and a half ago. I've been able to get some more sleep but nothing spectacular. The movies available on this flight are extremely impressive. In fact, one that I rented thru iTunes yesterday morning is on the list - Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy. I'll probably start a movie on here instead of the ipad because I'll have to shut this bad boy down before we land - the on flight tv screen I can leave on. The earphones are good too which is funny because that is NEVER the case with ANY other airline I've ever flown on. Dinner was yummy too - I had the choices of beef or pasta - I chose pasta. It was nomnomnomnom. I don't think I've ever been that pleased with an inflight meal either. I've had more decent dinners than bad ones, but this one was GOOD. I also just remembered that I didn't eat sushi before I left. That is a MASSIVE bummer because while they have sushi in Egypt we are discouraged from eating it. Maybe I'll do something crazy...
Looking out the window the wing of the plane obstructs roughly 50% of my view, the clouds we're riding on are a dark purple - the kind that is so dark it could be mistaken for dark grey or dark blue. But it's purple. Peeking up behind the purple is a magnificent red. The red fades into a sliver of pink before slipping into a light apricot-y/peachy color. There is a very thn line of the clouds above this, blurring the lines between orange and sea foam green. The sea foam green is a small sliver like the pink and it gives way to a simple baby blue that gets darker as it goes on up to the top of my window.
I love flying. I always feel close to God when I fly. Like I'm in this steel bird and we're gliding over the sidewalk that is outside of His front yard. In turn, I feel close to Alex and I can't think about it too long because it is the most intense mixture of happiness and sadness a person can feel at the same time.
And yes, for my final movie of the flight, I am watching The Fox and the Hound.
Like a boss.
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