My flight to the States was safe, boring, and all-in-all uneventful. There were three small children that seemed to be competing for how much of the flight they could spend screaming, but it's amazing what you can tune out at 35000 feet (or however high up we were). I have a lot of sympathy for the parents of those children. As bothersome as they may have been for the other passengers, at least the other passengers weren't responsible for trying to calm the poor babies. My heart went out the most to the mum who had just managed to calm her child somewhat...and then we hit a patch of turbulence that upset the poor baby and got him or her started all over again.
Parents of small children are living martyrs, and I think they deserve as much respect and consideration as the richest men and most powerful world leaders.
But yes, I am in the US now and visiting my grandparents. I'll be in Greensboro soon, and then off to school go I. This will be my final post, and this blog will go be "retired" until such time as I fimd myself on another trip of significant length and content. If, for some inexplicable reason, you haven't had enough and you want to continue reading about my thoughts and experiences, please redirect your attention to my more current blog Four Religious Porpoises.
Until nex time: happy hunting, space cowboy!
PLUR!
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