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Friday. Friday. I’m on the plane on my way to Amsterdam. The flight Buenos Aires – Paris was hell. The person next to me didn’t stink but the freaking plane moved too much. I remember I requested a window seat and I got an aisle seat. I couldn’t sleep because I had to endure big asses way too close to my face and the people pulling my hair every time they went to the bathroom. And that was about the entire time because the plane was a Boeing 777 and according to wikipedia.org: It is the world’s largest twinjet and has a typical seating capacity for 314 to 451 passengers.
I HATE flying. It’s not only terrifying. It’s awful.

Almost one more hour of torture and then 2.5 hours of train.
That I don’t mind, specially if the wifi on the train works.

Yesterday I video called my kids from the airport. My youngest son asked: “Mom, are you coming back to this house?”. Crap. I felt like crying. Poor baby, maybe he thought I abandoned them.
A couple of minutes later when my ex went to another room, my second son got really close to the microphone and said: “It sucks being with daddy”. Holy crap. I could only say: “Tomorrow at this time, I’ll be there”.

I’m smiling, the pilot just said that we’ll start landing in 20 minutes. I can’t wait.

I’m on the train now and wifi is working (that’s how I knew more or less how many passengers were on the plane).

I realized I didn’t take many pictures of my trip so I decided to take a few in the past hours.

That’s me in the bathroom before boarding the first plane. (I washed my hands before taking the picture)

That’s my vegetarian meal

That’s pear liqueur that I decided to drink when the pilot said: “We’ll approach a zone of turbulences soon”. After I got my drink, he said: “We are interrupting the service because of the turbulences”. So glad I got it.

That’s Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport, a small part.

I’ll try to relax now. I know that when I get home my vacation will be over.

~ by DotedOn on March 4, 2016.