No More Sleeps

I’m sitting at a bar in an airport.  Drinking a yummy glass of Pinot and waiting for my flight to board.

I didn’t bother with duty-free.  I figure I’ve got quite a few airports to go through in the next few weeks and I don’t need anything in particular at stop number one.  Which is Barcelona, in case you wanted to know.

My bag is packed with 16 kilos of stuff, which includes a whole nother bag, with wheels and everything.  I’m planning on shopping, but not just yet…

So far I’ve noticed that Melbourne airport has a sculpture of a man shearing a sheep.  that seems strange to me, being a kiwi, but then Melbournians do love a bit of art.

I’ve also noticed that dressing nicely and being super polite still doesn’t get you a free upgrade… but I did suspect that would be the case,

And I’ve also managed to figure out how to get my parents to call me.  All that needs to happen is I need to leave the country for a month, about an hour after my sister has a baby.  (a girl in case you’re interested)

So far Day 1 of holiday is going well.

And now it’s time to board.