Trans-Atlantic Adventure

Pieter and I when we arrived outside Dulles airport. 

At the Dulles airport, waiting to board our plane. Airplanes remind me of whales. Large and terrifying.

Boarding the plane, passport in hand. Everyone else on the plane acted like they did this everyday. I got quite a few stares with all the pictures I took.

Airplane food... bleh.

Very informative screen on our eight hour flight to Copenhagen. It told us how far in the air we were, how long we had been in the air, and how fast we were going.

If it weren’t for the noise from the engine behind me, I think I would forget I was on a plane all together. As we settled into the middle of our flight to watch a movie, the turbulence felt more like bumps on a road and it began to seem as if I were simply on a bus with all of these strangers. But the screen above me told me differently_ going at 642 mph, being 37000 feet above the middle of the Atlantic ocean and in the midst of a -81 degree sky above the clouds reminded me of my reality.



The plane is nice, I chose a middle seat and it’s rather cozy and feels safe. The guys next to us is dead asleep. There is a mysterious compartment beside us that the staff sneak into every now and then. It makes me wonder what they are doing in there. Take off was strange, I’m not a huge fan of leaving earth, it and I have been pretty close for awhile now. As we left the runway I got nervous at the thought of leaving everything I’d known behind. There are kids on the plane, and individuals who dig around in the carry on luggage compartments too long, and a blinking ‘42’ light in front of me that I swore I would smash if it blinked the whole trip.



Another thing that did not improve my mood was the lack of food on this plane. I was terribly hungry. I was handed some warm apple juice from a lady with a kind face and a lovely accent. My main dish with dinner was cream cheese, I downed it like a champ. The mystery dish I was served resembled cheap Chinese food and had very little taste. After pouring the entire salt and pepper packets onto it, I offered it to Pieter.



I do have to say that I would never do this alone and my heart goes out to the people that do. Flying alone would be scary and no fun it seems. Pieter has been a great guide on my trip out of America so far.
My mind cannot even wrap itself around the fact that I will be in another country when I step off this plane. I hope the euphoria and the jetlag don’t take away from me enjoying this once in a lifetime trip.

Four hours and forty-six minutes in the air and I am sick of these surroundings and rock solid seats, but thankful for a smooth flight so far.