Goodbye 'Merica

Goodbye America! I was ready for this plane ride! I had not been on a plane since our last family vacation to Florida, which was circa 6^th grade. 8 hours would be no problem for someone who did a road trip to Alabama. That is if it was indeed 8 hours. Our flight first got delayed for 45 mins in Chicago, and as I watched the flight attendents congregate together and whisper, I knew we would not be boarding soon. This was confirmed by the unfriendly blonde attendent who announced we wouldn't be departing untill 2 a.m,. and there were no hotels available near by. As if I was willing to pay for a hotel for 4 hours.

Now, as I sit 3 hours into our 5 hour delay with my 12 dollar dinner voucher, I am pondering the idea of Dunkin Donuts or Starbuck hot chocolate. Our new friend, who is unfortunately nameless because I don’t remember his name (he is going to graduate school at Kingston next year) and Philip have gone off to get their dinner/breakfast. Only the wailing baby near me seems able to express what all of us on American Airlines flight 98 are feeling at this moment: fatigue, hunger and impatience for this part of our journey to be over.

Hopefully we will find some cheap train tickets to Nottingham since we will most likely no longer have a driver to pick us up at the airport. But this mode of transportation may be a little more scenic.