But I also can't remember looking forward to a trip more than I did this one, at least not in a very long time. The convergence of events and flights and timing and generosity that allowed me to take this trip were unique...and do not go unrecognized.
Many firsts for me.
My first passport. My first trip to Europe. My first time getting utterly and completely lost in another country. So much fun.
There is a woman next to me on the plane in the aisle seat across from me who has made it her mission to talk to me incensantly. She's a little loud...has cursed a few times...and has told me her entire story of how she just took her dad to Scotland this past week. I can sense people around us were initially probably annoyed by her talking so much and I am sure they could see me being courteous and reapectful and engaging her in some conversation. She has shown me pictures of her trip, told me how to prepare schnitzel, talked about who is picking her up in Atlanta, mention three times how horrible her flight was to and from Scotland. She also introduced herself, shook my hand and asked me my name. She is hitting on me a little and that's ok....the point I am making is that she and I both just got back from doing something that we greatly enjoyed. She wants to share it with me...and telling me about it is how she chooses to do that. I choose to use words on this blog...because I also want to share it with others. So for these reasons, I have decided that this does not bother me.
She just woke up from sleeping the last half hour or so...immediately reached over and grabbed my arm and asked if she was snoring. Her name is Victoria and she also wants off this plane just like I do.
We are about land. What a great trip.
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