Well, we made it through the first ring of hell. And it was actually fine. The bassinet that Lufthansa offers is wonderful. Annabelle had a bottle on takeoff and fell asleep soon afterwards. She slept for about 4 hours of the 7 hour flight.
you find me living up to a stereotype. I always hate doing the expected but I
figure I deserve a break today (wasn’t that the old McDonald’s
slogan). Yes, I am sitting in the McD’s in the
Annabelle is sacked out and I’ve just enjoyed the traditional breakfast of Americans the world round, French fries and a coke. Yum!
Well, hopefully the next flight will be as smooth but there is no bassinet and it’s not an overnight flight so Annabelle will be awake for most of it. It’ll be interesting but at least I’ve got a bellyful of junk food to keep me going!
the flight from
Dulles was an absolute nightmare. It was worse than any experience in any airport I’ve ever been to – and remember, I’ve been to some doozies. It was definitely the 9th ring of hell – people shoving, shouting, sweating. The lack of organization is absolutely stunning. I’ve just never seen anything like it. Anyway, I don’t think I would have survived if not for two guardian angel women who saw me with this kid hanging off me, too many bags that weighed too many pounds, and no luggage cart. They each grabbed a bag, threw them on top of theirs (they had luggage carts) and we inched through the hellish swarm together.
Annabelle became a
barely made our flight to
had dreams of showing up in
Except, did I mention that Dulles lost my luggage?
But damn it was good to be home.
I left Annabelle with my dad and Mom and I went out for Thai food.
Damn was it good to be home!