Jet lag is kicking both our behinds. I feel like a cranky baby in having my days and nights mixed up, or probably more like the cranky parent who has to deal with said child.
I am forcing myself to start writing or I will get farther and farther behind.
Our trip from Florida to the Netherlands was a bit eventful.
We began our trip in Lake City FL, where our friend Rory drove us to Orlando International, to catch the 9:28 pm Delta Airlines flight to Amsterdam. The plane was a bit late in departing, due to having to be throughly cleaned.
Even though Han bought me a comfy travel pillow to try and induce sleep, it was of zero help. I was in the middle seat, between Han and a very nice young military boy from the Netherlands, who was quite tall, all arms and legs, and I felt a bit squished. Next time I’ll reserve a window seat, so the pillow may work.
Being on a Keto diet, we had pre-ordered a diabetic meal (no sugar is essential on Keto) which was preceded by a delicious Peach Bellini Welcome drink. After dinner it was lights out and trying to catch some sleep.
At approximately 3:00am, our time, Han was just beginning to dose off and the young man beside me was in a deep sleep, when an older German gentlemen (73 years) got up to use the restroom, and at the exact moment he was beside our row of seats, he fainted and went down very hard.
While falling, he bumped into the young man sitting beside me, who awoke with an extreme start with legs and arms flailing, which I had to avoid being hit. Continue reading








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