Flying

We were two hours out of O’Hare – it is winter in Chicago after all. No matter because we have four hours to transfer at Heathrow. We did, however, have to go from the brand spanking new Terminal 5 to the beat down Terminal 1 for our connection. The good news is that we got our seats moved to the back of the plane where we could spread out a bit. It looked to be a long flight as there was a woman on the plane with her two sons. From what we could tell she was being deported from the UK back to Ethiopia. She was alternately crying, screaming and arguing. As much as I was not looking forward to hearing her for the next ten hours, It reminded me of how fortunate we are to be born in a country where we have so much opportunity. Fortunately she settled down after the flight took off and the three of us were able to spread out over six seats. Katie and Julia were sleeping curled up on their seats with their heads sharing the middle seat. Even better, after people got off in Damascus we each got our own seats. Pulled into Addis right on time and about as well rested as we can expect to be.