Sep 24, 2012
Oct 08, 2012
Lauri and I waited at DFW on our square of carpet readying ourselves physically and mentally for our next jaunt across the big water to Madrid. We already knew that due to the delays we would be arriving with 10 minutes to traverse the Madrid airport and catch our connection to Venice, expectations were low. As we loaded the 767 we realized that; A. Lack of sufficient flight preparation (see earlier blog) for this part was going to leave us less then patient in dealing with all the travelers who were stuffing their bags in every orifice that availed itself, no matter who's it was. Considerable shifting of gear, oversized bags, guitars and probably but not positively, kayak-like items that someone had intended to put in the overhead bins was necessary; B. Sleep was going to be hard to come by for me (although Lauri slept like baby). I resigned myself to headphones, music, and staring out the window, despite the occasional visits by the window-shade gestapo. I swear it was like they didn't want us to see what was outside. What? Aliens, perhaps they were taking us somewhere else besides Madrid...........