|View from our bedroom window.|
Our trip here was nearly perfect. Every flight left on time and arrived earlier than expected. And ours bags arrived safely too, which is always a great relief.
|Waiting for our first flight.|
|Taking off! This is it!!|
Wouldn't want to be that person!
Now we know why all our Dutch relatives just tell it like it is. It's just who they are.
The Russians have a different public face altogether: namely, silence. Shortly before our final landing, the flight attendants handed out customs forms to each of us. John and I were sitting across the plane aisle from each other, communicating with lip reading and hand motions how to fill out the form together. When we landed and got in line to go through customs, we were happy to see other couples going through together. We got to the "passport control" agent, ready with clear answers about our visit, remembering not to smile (thank you Russian tourist book); the agent took our passports, read our forms, stared us down- studying our faced to see that they matched our passport photos- stamped, stamped, stamped, and slid the passports back to us. That was it. Not a word. Honestly I wish we could fill out that little form and have such an easy go of thing when we crossed the Canada/USA border. Cheers for Russian efficiency!
So practically speaking we could not have asked for a better trip. Physically speaking, we did pretty well too. Out first flight across state was only 26 minutes long- less than half the anticipated time- due to strong winds, but those winds also made for a very, very bumpy ride. About 15 minutes into the flight I started feeling a little queasy. 20 minutes in I looked at John and said, "I think we'll need to pick up some Dramamine at the next stop." He agreed, being a little green in the face himself. Six minutes later when we landed we were both breathing deeply and willing ourselves to feel better. Thank goodness we had a long layover with lots of time to walk around, drink some Sprite and chew on peppermints. We felt much better after that, though a bit of the queasiness lingered, which was probably just as good as it meant we did not fight any hunger pains for the duration of our travels.
|Relief from motion-sickness!|
|Flying over the ocean to meet our little boy.|
Be still my mama's heart. Those were the first words we heard in Russia. And it was the perfect thing to hear.
With a heart so full it could burst,