Once you’ve flown halfway around the world and back with three or four
kids, a little matter of a 2 plus hour delay is nothing when you’re
sans spawn. Lalala, we said at each successive delay. Magazines were
read. Burgers were eaten. And eventually, a functional plane was
located, we flew, and here we are.
Watching the other traveler get all bent out of shape was just gravy.
KJ Dell’Antonia
sent from my iPhone
Exactly how I feel when I travel alone. xoxo
On my way to visit “Mommy” and I am so excited to sit at the airport and catch up on my magazines! Bliss!
So true! Even a flight of only a couple hours WITH the kids is a piece of cake now. Everything is relative.
Fly safe.
After trying to figure out what to do for a 6 hour layover in the Beijing airport, followed by a 14 hour flight across the world, I’ll never complain about a delay again!