Getting to the Airport...

Those of you that know me know that I'm absolutely terrible with directions. Directionally challenged even. After reading the subheading you probably think I got lost on my way to Newark. In fact, it was completely out of my control as Kristine and I were fully stopped for about an hour on the Garden State Parkway for an accident. It was great because Kristine is always worried and wanted to leave at 5:30 so that we would get there at 6:30 for a 9:10 flight (ridiculous I know). I said 6:30 would be fine to leave and get me there almost 2 hours before (recommended for international flights but still ridiculous). Anyways she ended up thinking she was right when we rolled up at 7:50 but security was a breeze and I was sitting at my gate twiddling my thumbs by 8:12, 45 minutes before boarding, but I digress...

Kristine is talking about meeting me in Rome for my last week or so when Hunter leaves, but I'm trying not to get my hopes up. She also gave me like 6 or 7 letters to read in order while I'm gone which was adorable.

The gate was my first attempt to understand Brits which is harder than you might think and scares me about being in countries that don't even speak English. Almost everyone that works for Virgin Atlantic is British. They're funny to listen to. The plane is easily the largest I've been on and first class is pretty awesome. I'll try to get a picture later. Virgin Atlantic has lots of funny rules too (i.e. not only do I have to unplug my headphones for takeoff, but they cannot be on my lap or visible whatsoever).

Anyways, we're moving now so I'm turning my phone off. Unbelievably excited...hope I can sleep! And we're off!