And so it begins… I’m airborne, but not yet out of the country. It’s 9pm in Atlanta, but my body is still on Vegas time so I’m thinking dinner. I’m trying desperatly to convince myself that it’s really 3am (like in Barcelona). Basically, I should just crush the clock and admit I’m screwed already.<\/p>\n
It’s comfy here in coach. If I tuck both feet back under my seat and point each knee outward I can actually avoid them being mashed into the seat in front of me. I won’t get much sleep this way, but it is close enough to the lotus position that I may find inner peace before I hit Europe.<\/p>\n
Oh wait! Up on the video monitor they are showing how to do excercises from your chair. They seem to be missing the point that if I could stretch that far without wounding another passenger I wouldn’t feel the need to exercise. They’re just teasing me. Well, there’s always the in-flight movie, 50 First Dates.<\/p>\n