I'm sitting in the Frankfurt Airport, half-comatose. I have a 2 1/2 hour layover here this morning before traveling on to Prague. I had really hoped to get more sleep on the plane on last night and thought I'd have no problem since I had plenty of sleep aids in my system and was pretty much exhausted from packing, cleaning and working from the past few days. But, unfortunately I didn't get much sleep.
When I got on the plane I had an aisle seat, which isn't my favorite since it's not conducive to sleeping for me. The lady next to me asked if I would switch with her husband (who had a window seat), so that they could sit together. Scooore, I thought! So, I moved over to the window seat and started to get comfy. Then my seat mate showed up. He was a member of some Oklahoma Men's choir that was traveling over to Albania (or somewhere that starts with an A). He was a little weird and I'm pretty sure he would have talked to me all night if i'd let him. Anyway, we had dinner and then I settled in to watch "Life of Bees" and hopefully get some good sleep in. After the movie I put my earplugs and eyeshades on and started to drift into dreamland.
As soon as I drifted asleep, my lovely seatmate tapped me on the shoulder to ask if I wanted water when the flight attendant came around. I declined, and tried to go back to sleep. The next time the FA came around, the guy woke me up again asking about drinks. This time I pointed to my full water bottle and told him I wouldn't be needing any drinks and would like to get some sleep.
I should also mention that shortly after takeoff someone around me began tooting (letting stinkers, if you will- mom, I know you hate the other word!) This odiferous assault continued ALL NIGHT! I'm really wondering if it was the guy next to me, because there was a little girl in front of me and I can't imagine anything this vile coming from her.
Anyway, I think I got about 3 hours of actual sleep, and even that wasn't very good. I'm going to try really hard to stay up when I get to Prague, because I don't want to miss out on a day of fun by sleeping. Maybe I'll get a little sleep on this next flight. My fingers are crossed, but I'm not counting on it!
It feels so cool to be back in Europe. I don't know what it is, but I just love it over here. Even the little shops in the airport are cool and fun and "euro". I'm so stoked to let the adventure begin!!!
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I forgot to mention the singing... and it's kind of important. Choir boy next to me at some point in the evening put his headphones on and sang out loud in a lovely falsetto for several hours. Yeah, you might detect a hint of sarcasm in there. I'm sure his voice is just fine, but who sings to themselves on a dark plane surrounded by people trying to sleep? What is this, bizarro world? I could hear the singing faintly and did manage to sleep through most of it, only hearing it when I would wake up due to turbulence or to readjust my pillow.
ReplyDeleteI really think I may have been on some Twilight Zone version of Flight LH 438.