Day 3 - Houston till 4pm, then off for destination 2
posted Friday, June 29, 2012
WTF - awake at 5am thinking about the stuff I forgot, the stuff I want, should I take 3 pr of shoes or just the 2 pr I originally decided on...
okay, one last shopping excursion, ziploc baggies, almonds and raisins for the flight, baby wipes, ....
One thing I've been thinking about is how much easier it would be living in the United States. No language barrier, no cultural barrier, seriously It would be ay easier living here. Also, we've been commenting on how much less expensive things are here. Clothes, food, dry goods, well for the most part, not across the board, - electronics, appliances, furniture across the board cheaper. Definitly need to discuss this at more depth.
About 1:15 Thursday, Houston time we headed out for the airport. It was a long flight, we took off at 4pm, we tried to upgrade our seats, but couldn't - the plane was full and had been sold out for quite some time. This flight was full of screaming kids, it was nerve wracking. I had intended to read but all I could do was watch movies at full volume to deaden the screeching. And there were so many young kids, teenage kids, a christian youth group going to Romania to stamp out poverty one village at a time, a Boy Scout troop on their way to Paris for who knows what benevolent humanitarian project.
So about 8am AMSTERDAM time, 2am Yucatan time we roll in to Amsterdam. I was hoping to have a look around he airport but our flight was a bit late so all we could do was race a great distance because our gate got changed through the airport without even seeing it.
Our connecting flight, about 2 1/2 hrs long, deposited us in our Country location of da da da daaaaaa - España, first stop Madrid.
So here it is 7:43 Yucatan time/2:43 Madrid time, and that is my last time conversion, from now on the time is the time wherever I am.
We've been up a looong time. I have to say , KLM is a great airline. I'll talk more about them later, but for now, here it is nearly 3pm, we are in Madrid, and I hear a tapas bar screaming our names.