1:50 AM

Travel was long. Long and long. But enjoyable. Except for the part where we dragged our suitcases down the flights of stairs.

We had to make change for the ride to the airport. The lady at the counter didn't quite understand my request. Oh well. Dad made a scene on the streetcar. He tried to move about while the train was moving and nearly fell over. Stepped on some old lady, nearly knocked our luggage into a baby, and so on.

The lady who made our change at GMX charged us a fee to do it; fifty cents for five euro in change. It was enough to get us there. The airport was lively but not really crowded. We checked in, got our bags checked, went through the passport check point (the first of about ten) and were released to the airport for the next few hours. Our board was at 11:16, very early for a 12:55 flight.

A child was crying outside the chocolate shop in the airport. A boy about twelve I would say. Just bawling and throwing a tantrum.

Dad tried to sneak me into the elite lounge but the lady at the desk would have nothing of it. We parted ways (dad wanted to run off an email to mum telling us of our A-OKness getting to the airport, and the lounge had free wifi, course there was probably free wifi all over the place). I kicked back at the gate. They did the xrays and metal detector right there before you boarded so I guess that is why there is the really early check in time. Long wait to get through. Really really long. Dad breezed right through because he is elite business class. This guy grilled me on the "has your luggage been with you since you packed it?" line of questioning and afterwards I just breezed through security and met Dad on the other side.

I traded my seat so that a pleasant English couple could sit together. I ended up one back but still with a window. The man I sat next to was also from Washington. I watched the rest of Bullitt and ate my three cheese pasta. I don't know why airplane food has such a bad reputation, my dinner was delicious. A few hours into the flight dad came by and informed me that there was a seat right next to him in super uber business elite class and that the stewardess said I could have it!!

I moved right on up from 18a to 1b. And there were the nice seats. The ones the recline into a full bed with an infinite amount of comfort possibilities. I had a great tv screen, and an ice cream with chocolate, and a warmer blanket. Ohhh it was amazing. I watched AI, The Emperor's New Groove, and Fool's Gold. I laid down and took a nap. Had a Tobelerone. Ohhh what a way to travel. Big compfy seats, great food, wonderful stewardesses, and the bathrooms were bigger and had little lotions and stuff in them. I drew the Stewardess who let me up a picture thanking her. She seemed to like it. I was put ahead of a couple people who had the miles and actually qualified for the upgrade.

Before I knew it, we were on the ground. Went through passport check, got our bags, went through customs, put our bag on the belt so we didn't have to drag them across the airport, and went to go meet mum. Some lady got in trouble because she brought seeds with her from Europe.

Mom was at the terminal and was all hugs. Especially because I arrived with a Kinder Egg in hand. Little does she know that we have six more. Mmmm!!

On the way back we stopped by City University so that mom could get her school binder. She liked her Tintin and Snowy key chain that we got her (we got her more things than just a key chain, we aren't that cheap) and put it on her lanyard for all to see. I dozed off on the way home and groggily staggered up to my bed and proceeded to sleep from about 5:30 to 1:50. It is so quiet here, my bed is so big and soft. Ohhh nice to not walk miles each day as well.