Travellin' Prayer

We were scheduled to take off around 11.15pm. I've been running myself ragged the last couple of days, so can't say for sure when we took to the air. 

Flight was mostly uneventful, but when I first got to seat, most of the storage above me was taken up. I was a little worried about displacing luggage of my neighbors, so I was gonna try to cram my soft bag in before the next wave of passengers entered, when a stewardess came by, took my bag, and placed it in storage maybe five rows away where no one had boarded. 

"That's great," I said, "But won't they just mess them up when they get on board?"

"Don't you worry about that," she officiously replied, and was on her way.

My section of plane ended up maybe one third filled. I could have given my bag its own damned row, had I wanted.

This is not a shot I took. I will try to take shots in the future. I mean, why not?

I read a little over the Atlantic. Apparently, there's some stuff to do in Rome. I napped a bunch, too. It's a seven and a half hour flight? Not a bad night's sleep. I wish I slept more. As we prepared to land, the attendants went around and insisted we all open up our windows. This, apparently, is a requirement for landing. There seems to be a slight language barrier with the attendants (it's a Spanish line, I think?), so I didn't belabor the point, even though I'm not such a hardy traveler that I necessarily want to watch us fall out of the sky onto the ground at spectacular speeds. 

I'm sure it'll all end up perfectly fine.