A Long Flight...

Christmas time has arrived, and what happens? I depart for lands far away. This means flying!

I was rather disappointed to find out it didn't mean stretching out my arms and being carried around by daddy. It ended up being a short car trip, followed by a wait in a lounge, and then onto a giant tin-can called a plane for 8 hours.

There is nothing to do in those plane things. I bounced around a bit. I happily chirped at those around me, including Adrian in the next seat. I was, with out a doubt, the cutest kid in my class -- first, of course! The Good Uncle Bruce got us upgraded! It meant I had more space to bounce around, occasionally looking back at the lesser people in Rat Class!

We emerged in a place called "London". It looked remarkably like Chicago, complete with snow. We were met by Grandpa and Uncle Gabriel -- and proceeded to hop into their Volkswagen with the steering wheel on the WRONG side. I thought about this, but since it was dark, it didn't really matter. The only think I could see were the lights flashing by....

We got back to Uncle Gabriel's place. At which point, everybody went to bed. It was 2:00am, and I was excited! But off to bed I went anyways....