The journey consists of 12 hours of flying, 18 hours total travel time with the layover and travel to and from airports.
I’m actually writing this while on the plane somewhere over Europe, watching the time on the destination monitor in the plane move at an unbearably slow pace.
I supposed there is something I should get out on the table before we go any further on this journey together: I don’t travel well.
That sounds silly, I know; I love to travel but I don’t like the getting-there part of it.
I don’t know if it’s the being herded like cattle in line after line, being cramped in close quarters in a tin can with 200 people I don’t know, or being felt up by a rubber-gloved man who is not my doctor, but it just doesn’t agree with me.
The wife (a/k/a Cindy) made me promise not to complain about it on this trip. Being an able lawyer though, I interpreted her request and my implied assent to be an agreement not to complain to her. I didn’t promise not to complain to you. So, here I am, and here you are.
That’s probably enough complaining for now. Thank’s for listening.
Somewhere over Europe . . . GS