**Written in Frankfurt, Germany on July 7**
Nothing beats a 747 as it ramps up to full speed on take-off. The engines roaring to life like a lion issuing its warning. The happenings in the sky were somewhat uneventful. The feeling you get as you walk through business class and long to have that bed as you see a lucky passenger playing with the controls. The sounds of passengers lightly sleeping. The occasional snore as you pass through the aisle on your way to the bathroom, making sure to avoid heads that may have drifted into the aisleway. The last thing you want to do is clock someone in the head with your knee!
Every parent can sympathesize with this one – the nightime screams of your child as they deal with the changing air pressure in their ears. It's lovely when it is right behind you.
It was a bit choppy on the way down from our 37,000 foot pirch. The plane bobbing and weaving like a prize fighter. My seat mate, Caleb, and I riding the plane all the way down. And…Jim wishing the madness would end sooner rather than later. I have been through some amazing storms, and have landed hard, but I think this was the hardest landing ever. Usually when a 747 puts wheels to earth, you feel the gentle touch down; however, this touch down was accompanied with a little rocking and rolling. I would have loved to have been sitting in the cockpit!
It reminds me of that Geico commercial with the little piggy that cried “Weeeee, Weeeeee, Weeeee” all the way home.
Sometime you just have to cry “Weeeee”!
We are awaiting our flight to Prague. Jim is stretched out and fast asleep on the very uncomfortable airport seats. Caleb is staring off into the waiting area, and me…I am writing this blog post (and doing a little people watching). Until next time…
[This post is part of the Summer Missions Trip 2011 series.]
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