I’m writing this at 30,000 feet. It’s not any different than being on the ground, except that I’m drinking luke-warm, watered down coffee, and listening to a baby cry for the last hour and a half.
It took a while at check-in because Andrew was on the watch list. Once they figured out that he wasn’t a terrorist, they let us through. We ran into more trouble at security when Pete forgot to place his water, lotion, and sunscreen in his checked luggage. While TSA was escorting Pete and the water battle outside to empty it, I put the lotion and sunscreen in my bag, which had already made it through security.
Once we got to the gate we discovered the flight was leaving earlier than we realized. At this point, Pete and I lost Andrew. We met up on the plane and after a little while we took off.
We should be landing shortly so I’ll end this here.We landed at the airport and called Matt. He arrived before we got our luggage, so I stood at his car at the curb so they wouldn’t make him leave. After we got the car loaded we attempted to leave, but the car in front of us wouldn’t move. Matt honked, then hopped out to get them to move. The man asked Matt a question to which he replied, “Yes”. We asked him what the man had asked and Matt said, “He asked me if I was from Germany.”
We got to the house mom and dad had rented for the family. Pete, Andrew and I were to share the master suite. Andrew opted to sleep in the closet (which was a room in-and-of-itself), and Pete and I shared the California king.