I am on a plane. To where? TO EUROPE!!!!! WHOOOO ARRRR!! Who can believe it. I am sleep deprived. Screaming tearing pained red eyes. Joyously giddy. Totally cramped. In route for 20 plus hours with a raw bum (as the English say). Normally its about a 12 hours to get to Europe but we saved $600 bucks to have an 8 hours layover in Philadelphia. Silly. Try to sleep for a 6â€™2â€ in a space that feels like a Chinese take carton out with a fried chicken stuff in it. Now I cant sleep, I have been up for over 36 hours and here I write err blog for the upcoming weblog for our travelmonkeys website. I am suppose to be sleeping to sync up my body to the 6 hours later European time or so says Rick Steveâ€™s that old badger of a world traveler guru. But what the old coot does not happen to mention is how nutty and exited and completely crazy I feel. From quitting my job to make this trip possible. Trip! Ha what a shallow word. One syllable is way too short. Has to go. Does not compute. Inadequate for this lifelong dream of mine. I like the aussie term â€œwalk-aboutâ€. Itâ€™s from the Australian outback meaning a journey to find oneself similar to a rite of passage.
Well da plane is about to land and the 3rd in flight movie has ended. Looking at the crap fold down in flight movie screen I can see that the dude got the chick and are riding on horses in the setting sun. No joke. How classic eh? I donâ€™t even know the title of the film. I didnâ€™t really watch so it does not really matter. Total chick flick me thinks. Speaking of chicks leaning on my left shoulder I can see that Beckyâ€™s drool is slowing down. What an angel. Soon I shall wake her by removing my shoulder. I just ate a yummy buttermilk biscuit and orange juice that the flight attendants are serving for ummm I guess breakfast.. It tasted like a donut. I am so tried. I think I am writing nonsense. I am ready for Spain and the world largest food fight La Tomatina.