Leaving the U.S., take off from Newark International Airport. July 2012
Once the lights below disappeared, I clobbered my thoughts of "We Are Flying Over The Atlantic Ocean Right Now And Will Be For Many Hours To Come" with a blunt object.
Jet lag. Szigliget, Hungary.
Over Munich. The edges of the farm fields are straight, so straight. The lines in Hungary, our final destination, were ragged.
We did it. The big one. International travel.
- New, small, interesting toys - animal and people figurines
- Snacks, lots of snacks - mostly for my husband and me
- A small photo album of familiar people, places and things from home. It was interesting to our son and our relatives who we were visiting. Thank you to the experienced mom who gave me this idea.
- Luck. My husband nicknamed our son "Sleep Genius." It all just worked out.