Overnight on the Plane

A yelling three year old woke me from my heavy sleep this morning on the plane. Her percing scream hit my ears like a wild hienna's call. I really didn't think such a loud sound could come out of a ten pound child. Sooooooooo agravating!!!! I feel strongly sorry for the person sitting next to the kid.

As my dad and I walked off the jigundo plane I hadn't relized how isanely soar I was from being cramped in a plane for eight hours. Sleeping on the plane takes an enoprmous amount of skill that unfortunatly, I do not posess.

I was also extreamly jetlagged, so the first stop in the airport was to a cafe were I could get a latte, then second stop baggage claim.

This is sooooooo, frustrating!!! None of the flat screans say our flight Alitalia from Newark. My dad and I have been looking for our luggage for almost an hour now, and now we are taking to a lady from the lost luggage department to try to find our stuff. After we were pretty sure our luggage was lost, and I was halfway through my dad's lecture on how in airports you have to set your expectations very low, we discovered another luggage claim area. And just as I was starting to look forward to using the money they give you if you loose you luggage in Europe to buy a whole new wardrobe, my dad comes over to me with our suitcases. Phew! (probaly for the best.)