Some days are better than others. If there’s a day that you would prefer to skip (your 40th birthday, anniversary of your divorce, Mondays), I have found a way to do so that doesn’t involve a time machine. Book a flight that crosses the International Date Line. For our honeymoon, we left Cleveland on February 13th and landed in Sydney on February 15th. It’s an interesting feeling to entirely miss a day. I can’t help but wonder if my super romantic husband purposely booked our flights to avoid Valentine’s Day. Hmmmm.
Continue reading on, if you would like more details regarding our mostly uneventful journey from Cleveland, U.S.A. to Sydney, Australia.
If you read my previous post, then you know that I tried really hard to miss our flight. I started to pack for a two month trip the night before the morning of our departure. I will say that the more you travel, the easier packing becomes. I know there are bloggers who dedicate entire posts to packing tips, well, I will not be one of them. I have been this way my entire life, and I don’t see my habits changing any time soon. I think it bothers others, mainly my mom, more than it does myself. Thankfully, Radu and I have our routine down: We frantically run around the house an hour before we’re supposed to leave, and hope for the best. In spite of this, we didn’t forget anything crucial, and we even got through security early. This time I actually did the opposite…I brought something that should have been securely stored at home. While rifling through my journal, I noticed that my BIRTH CERTIFICATE was in the folder in the back of the notebook. At least I know where it is now.
Our flights were as follows: CLE>IAD>SFO>SYD. Hence why a lot of Americans never make it to Australia. Things were pretty uneventful, until we met up with my brother in San Francisco. Yes, you read that correctly, my brother is joining us on our honeymoon. We’ve been giving him a hard time, but we were actually excited when he suggested joining us for part of our trip. Had this been the typical, right after the wedding, two week honeymoon, then we would have politely declined his offer. Getting to spend some quality time with him is a welcomed opportunity (he works on a freight ship on The Great Lakes, so we don’t get to see him all that much). Plus, he has been to Australia before, which saved us from having to do a lot of research. The plan is for us to spend a week together in Sydney, then we’ll split up for a couple of weeks, and meet back up in Port Douglas.
Ok, back to when we met up. I had been hoarding some United Club passes, which we cashed in at the SFO airport. If you have a long layover at an airport that has a nice lounge, it may be worth purchasing passes. The lounge was spacious and quiet, and offered complimentary beer and food. After catching up, and refueling, we were ready to board our long-haul flight. When Jordan purchased his ticket, the seat next to us wasn’t available. Certain that the nice person in seat 40C would opt to trade with my brother, my stomach sank when I saw our seatmate hobble down the aisle. An old chap and his wifey purchased two aisle seats across from each other. Radu didn’t even bother asking. My charming brother tried his best, “Excuse me ma’am, that’s my sister and brother-in-law sitting there…” “That’s my husband!” “Yes, I know, I saw you board together. I was wondering if…” No hope. Now, I know plenty of considerate elderly people, such as my grandmas, who would have graciously moved, however, these folks were wove of different cloth. Generally speaking, I feel that flying brings out the worst in humanity. So, we settled in, reminding ourselves that we’d either be watching movies or sleeping for the majority of the flight. The latter ended up being difficult for Radu, since the old guy stole his arm rest, and pillow. I guess he needed his beauty rest before his cruise.