As I type, it’s just after 1am CDT (8am Western European Daylight Time). We have just about an hour before we land in Barcelona and will begin a full day of activities - and I’ve barely slept an hour. Ugh!
I hate flying. Over the years, I’ve figured out how to manage my fear enough to make the moderate amount of travel I’ve done manageable. But, I’ve never had to do an overseas flight before, and that has proven to be a bit tougher to manage than I would have hoped.
I tried. I really tried. I prepared and hoped that would make it better. I brought the appropriate neck pillow, wore comfy almost-PJ clothes, and even took a Tylenol PM in hopes of sleeping knowing that I NEEDED to sleep on the plane. But the fact that I HATE flying leaves me almost unable to relax enough to do much more than doze. I am hugely jealous of Chris and Angie’s ability to sleep pretty much anywhere under any circumstances. Chris sacked out pretty quickly. Almost as soon as I felt drowsy enough to try to fall asleep, we hit some nasty turbulence. So nasty that they flight crew felt the need to not only turn on the fasten seat belt sign but to also came over the loud speaker to announce the need to return to our seats and fasten our seat belts - which was telling since they had turned out the cabin lights to allow people to sleep and are usually hesitant to make announcements unless absolutely necessary to avoid disturbing and creating cranky passengers. It was at this point that I looked out the window and came to the full realization that we were over the Atlantic Ocean at a cruising attitude of 33,000+ feet. All of that pretty much ensured that I wasn’t going to be relaxing enough to get any meaningful sleep.
Oh, well. We just finished a light breakfast and are getting very close to landing. And, thankfully, the air has smoothed out for us. Of course, Chris finished his breakfast and has gone back to sleep. Again, so jealous!
They just handed me the customs form to fill out. I better shutdown and get it filled out. TTFN!
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