And We're Here

After a many days journey we finally made it to the good ol US of A on Tuesday night.  We were supposed to get here Monday night but alas, it was not to be.  Last Saturday we flew to Dar Es Salaam and spent the day in our hotel room waiting to get up before dawn to catch our next flight to London.  Upon arriving at the airport at 6:30 in the morning, we were greeted with "Hello.  Your flight has been delayed for a minimum of 10 hours.  Please wait for more details."  Oh happy day.  Fortunately, British Airways put everyone up at the Holiday Inn (one of the nicest hotels in Tanzania) for the day while we waited.  And then they put us all up their for the night because the flight had been delayed until the next day due to the fact that the original plane had to make an emergency landing in Greece because of engine problems.  The pilot assured us that we were not in fact on that plane but that a new one had been flown in.  As a um, somewhat nervous flier, I was relieved to hear that.  The flight was pretty smooth and Baylor behaved wonderfully for the most part, and we landed in london just 2 hours after our flight to Atlanta departed.  So, we enjoyed another night in a hotel paid for by British Airways.  By enjoyed, I don't mean we were thrilled by staying yet another night in a hotel with Baylor, but just that it was free, which was nice.  And the breakfast buffet was amazing--strawberries, hashbrowns, fresh squeezed orange juice and milk that tasted like milk.  Delicious.  

Our last flight was not quite as pleasant as the previous two.  Since we missed our first flight we got stuck in the back (poor person next to us) instead of in the bulkhead where infants usually get put and Baylor was less than thrilled with being confined yet again for nine hours.  Plus she was exhausted and I imagine a little confused.  But after four hours of grumpiness she went to sleep for the rest of the flight while I endured scary turbulence for another four hours.  I hate turbulence.  But we landed safely and soon made our way to the customs line where Baylor promptly threw up all Brett and the floor.  And while that was not exactly pleasant, we were swiftly moved to the front of the line, so there was a silver lining.  After a ridiculous amount of security, we finally exited the airport where we were met by friend extraordinaire, RaDora, who took us to Chick Fil A and then to a soft comfy bed.  I love beds in America.