Sleeping on airport seats is an act all must do at least once in their lives to appreciate every other surface on which one can sleep. It cannot be done without determination, ibuprofen, and an ipod to mask the elevator music that blasts overhead all night.
I have come to believe that anytime I go the airport, there is a large margin for error either on my part or that of the airline. From luggage weight to ticketing and weather delays to broken planes there is rarely a time I have a flawless flying experience. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing, just a part of life that I maybe should accept more, and prepare for more often.
Yesterday we began our journey to Egypt at noontime. We took a bus down to the airport for an evening flight, which would bring us to New York for a direct flight to our final destination. Not too hard, right? Wrong.
Weather caused delays going into New York so we were stuck in Boston. By the time we were able to take-off in Boston the crew had left (because of some legality regarding the amount of time they are allowed to work, understandable). Well to make a long and treacherous story, shorter and more exciting, we ended up in New York when our plane to Egypt was gliding somewhere over the deep blue Atlantic.
So here I am, 28.5 hours later, and hoping and praying that there are no flaws with our late night flight today. As they say in Egypt--for every occasion: Insha'Allah--If it's God's will.
p.s. Foodies reading this: I have nothing to say except for I'm glad I packed Tums :)
