“There are only two emotions in a plane: boredom and terror.” – Orson Welles
San Diego to Cincinnati – 3:05 PT
First leg of the flight was only 4 hours, but I was already tired of flying. After reading, listening to music, and conversing with my very drunk and then very hungover friend, Ryan, (that extended his Bon Voyage party up until the flight departure) I found myself in the coveted seat behind the notorious screaming baby that can always be found on planes. *sigh* Music back on and relaxation returns. As if planned, the random play-list provides me with Apocalyptica strings. Ahhhh… now to resume my reading of Gods Behaving Badly.
Next leg-Cincinnati to Paris (9 hours)
I have no idea what time it is. We are in the final stretches of the flight. I managed some uncomfortable sleep with the aid of they eye-mask, despite the awful jinxing that ensued at the start of the flight. We are sharing our plane with a group of students on a school trip and many felt it was necessary to bring up the movie Final Destination, where the plane (with a class of students on board) crashes.
I wake up to a beautiful red sunset and 2 hours later we land in Paris. Longest flight ever. I don’t know how I will survive the return flight from Rome.