It's easy to oooh and aah and coo at babies and cute little children when you come across them at Dunkin Donuts or see them while waiting in line at the grocery store. Let me tell you how fast your attitude can change about that when crying babies are both behind and in front of you on a 10 hour flight. Isn't there extra space for them under the plane where the luggage goes?
I've flown on planes more times than I can count. I don't get nervous. But for some reason I found myself worrying about the flight before I even got to my seat. Maybe it's because I think that the Boeing 767 will have trouble flying or staying in the air because it's heavier than the 737 I'm used to. The 3 of us decided that Mollie and Steph would take turns sitting at the window while I'd be in the middle. It turns out that our plane had three aisles and our seats were in the center, so nobody would get a window seat. I was laughing as I pointed that out to them until their response was "we may not get a window seat but we each get a shoulder to sleep on!" Lucky for them that my height places my shoulders conveniently where their heads can rest. I feel like the boyfriend.
Being the headrest will hep me forget about any possible disasters as we fly across the world. It still seems surreal that we're traveling so far away- until I stop and listen. I became aware of the language barrier as soon as we got on the airplane. Since my German vocabulary is limited to mein, kempf, and scheise, it was intimidating when English was not the first language spoken by the pilot. I quickly realized that I am officially out of my element.
Back to the babies. What would it be like if God had my idea of throwing all the crying babies under the plane so that He wouldn't have to listen to them when they got annoying? The Lord's patience and mercy astounds me...I know I've been that wailing child but He answers and provides when we dont deserve it.
We got off the plane at 1:00pm Frankfurt time, but our bodies are still in the Florida time zone of 7am. Not to mention I took Tylenol PM only 5 hours eariler- I didn't wake up until we hit the ground. We exited the plane to find ourselves outside-not inside the airport the way we do in America. A handful of transportation buses with LED signs gave us way too many options of which wrong bus we could choose. But being the proud Americans we are, of course we didn't ask anyone for help and jumped on a bus hoping it was the one that would take us to the terminal. We lucked out that time, but I'm sure we will soon learn the hard way if we don't let go of our pride um, really fast.
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