Plane Ride 9 Hours Too Long

I don't fare well when traveling. It's not that I don't enjoy it - I love a good vacation just as much as anyone else. It's the 'getting there' part that I struggle with. Flying used to be enjoyable for me. It didn't happen very often, so whenever I was able to take a plane, it was new and exciting. After four years of consistent air travel, it's safe to say the excitement has worn off. I may even go as far as to say it's beginning to make car trips feel a little more...accommodating. On car rides, I am at least able to vocally express my discomfort to the driver (aka daddy). I have the opportunity to persuade a stop at any given shopping center or coffee shop location, and am comforted by the fact that the bodies much too close to me are my siblings. This plane ride is especially awkward for me. Each conversation I hold starts off with Greek mumbo jumbo that I don't understand a word of, the man behind me somehow has his legs positioned in a way that prevents me from putting my seat back, and it's somewhere between four and eleven in the morning. But has been light out for the past two hours. The airplane food has caused mayja abdominal discomfort. And I'm definitely the only Dutch girl on here.

I came prepared of course, and I've already killed most of one of the two books I brought along. "Why Mr. Right Can't Find You". No, I'm not joking. And yes, it actually does have some good points - many of which I'll be writing about later. The unfortunate part of reading this self-help book, aside from the fact that the cashier was definitely trying not to smirk as he rang me up, is that the title in itself is a little embarrassing to be seen reading. It may as well say - "I'm single and Can't Find Anyone That Wants To Be With Me". But, I'm a little nerdy, and a lot studious, so research is going to be done. Scenarios such as Mr. Minnesota are not uncommon for me, and it's time to figure out what's going wrong.

I'll try and blog as much as I can while in Greece. Some of my posts are going to be written during the next eight hours of this plane ride, while others will be short updates and photo braggings of the trip. The blog may have an awkward feel to it for the next few weeks, and timing is going to be a little off with no consistent internet, but bear with me. I'll come back rejuvenated, ready to be a smart ass and test the self esteem of those around me once again. That's what my vacations are for, after all.