I woke up at 9:30 this morning surprisingly rested. I was surprised about how well I slept. Usually when I am going on a trip, I temporarily contract restless leg syndrome. However, I lost my appetite and had only yogurt for breakfast. I finished my preflight preparation by loading up five audio books and 20 podcasts. This will supplement my music and the second season of Heroes very well. BTW, I came across a podcast, ?Next Big Hit New Music Mix.? It is about an hour and a half podcast that has a variety of new music from a variety of indie artists. Some of it was pretty good and worth a listen.
My ride to the airport was uneventful. I think I?ve discovered that most of my anxiety from flying is due to an undefined fear of the security. I have never had a bad experience, but the potential for it seems to be enough. Luckily for me, TSA officials did not notice that I forgot to take out my toothpaste out of my bag. After making through security I found a couple of very interesting characters. The first character was an old woman who sat next to me along with her nurse. The women bought cupcakes from one a bakery in the airport and ate them while waiting for our flight. The old woman evidently got crumbs on her shirt and seemed to be very concerned about this. She told her nurse that this has never happened to her before. After 15 minutes of this, I then discovered that she was also surprised about how her pants? color looked in the light of the airport. Evidently outside of airports, her olive green pants actually are gray.

The second character was a middle-aged hippie who sat next to me on the plane to Houston. He was wearing a tie-dyed shirt, torn jeans, and a long beard only a mother could love. After stroking his beard for a while, he decided to chug two cans of Fosters beer on a two hour flight. Other than frequent trips to the bathroom, he seemed pretty mellow.

My plane to France was a Boeing 777 (the interior was not taken by me). It was pretty comfortable. I had the window seat and there was no one in the middle seat (a very lucky choice for me). The man in the same row as me did not speak a lot of English. I noticed on international flights (or at least this one), people really liked to chat in the aisles; it was much more social than my usual flights in the United States, though all the chatter was all in French. When I originally wrote this, we were just south of Montreal with an outside temperature of -61 degrees Fahrenheit at an altitude of 37,000 feet. Oh, I also wanted to mention my first in-flight meal: Chicken and rice with a dinner salad. Not bad, but definitely reminds me of a frozen meal. For dessert we got some Brussels Distinctive cookies; the wrapper tells me that I need to set some time aside to properly enjoy these cookies. Maybe I?ll use them as a bedtime snack.

-Trevor

P.S. I didn't take any pictures in the airports.