9 Hours On Plane

I’m sitting on American Airlines flight 78 bound for London Heathrow airport. The time is 9:45 pm, and I’m about 2 hours into a 9-hour flight. The lights are dimmed and a movie is playing on the overhead screens. The baby in the row ahead of me has settled down to sleep (why do I always get seated next to the babies…argh!). Luckily, the flight isn’t very full, so Gary and I can move if it wakes up and starts screaming in the middle of the night.

I’m avoiding the below-average inflight movie, choosing to watch the pre-selected programming on my trusty iPod while I write a few words for today’s blog post.

The day was largely uneventful. Gary and I spent most of our time getting ready for the trip, packing and running errands. I think our dogs could sense the excitement, and when the suitcases came out, they knew something was happening. Of course, they love it when we both travel because they get to stay at my parent’s house and play with my mom’s dog. Thanks again, Mom, for watching the boys!

We ate dinner at Cozymel’s near the airport — it’ll be our last time to get good Mexican food until we return to Texas! After dinner, we arrived at the airport early and walked around Terminal D grabbing last minute snacks and water for the long plane ride.

Once we arrive in London, we’ll have a 2-hour layover and then a quick 2-hour flight to Nice that should put us in the city around 3:30 pm on Thursday afternoon.

This vacation is long overdue. It was originally scheduled in October, but because of a strenuous work schedule, we had to postpone it. Now it’s finally here, and I’m “tres” excited. Look, I’m using some French…haha! Actually, I’ve been reading through my language books and listening to tapes on the plane in the hopes that some of it will stick with me when I arrive.

Only 11 more hours to go!

I’ll try to report daily once we arrive…until then, au revoir and bon soir.