The Flight.

So we got out of the house and stayed at our friends house for a few days to avoid our psychotic landlord. (long story) We arrive at the airport about 9:30 and go through the dehumanizing ordeal that is TSA just like everyone in the states. Gotta take my shoes off because of some British guy who forgot his lighter, how dumb. The flight to Denver was pretty mellow because the baby slept. Denver has smoking lounges for those smokers out there! The wait for the plane to Germany was long and accentuated with baby tantrums. We were sitting apart and the super awesome people at Lufthansa impressed the hell out of me. They got us sitting together and I am really thankful for that. It would have been a special place in hell if we had the be separated. BTW Airlines in the states are bullshit. It is like going to reform school. With Lufthansa we were provided a bassinet for the baby and offered wine and beer. Free drinks, snacks and food all with a genuine smile. Good livin. Just one draw back, that my sweet little baby cold not sleep and that means momma and daddy didn't sleep for 24 hours. Outside of that, all good. It was something else to see Ireland from the sky. The land division was like a patchwork of green field after greener field. Not in grids and circles like in the States. Just an endless field of human endeavour punctuated by hills and mountains of green trees. A view I will never forget. We flew over a cloudy Scotland then saw the European mainland waking to a lovely morning. There were a lot of smallish mines on the way to Frankfurt. It was also great to see how the different cultures have implemented land division through the visual tapestry of agriculture, forests and clusters of humanity. Then I did it. I set my feet in a foreign country for the first time. A country that is to be my home. Brave? Stupid? Only time will tell. We then got on the bus to the terminal to go through customs. Now what should I expect? I got my passport stamped and that was it. Not a single question, no douche bag with a gun looking at me like I am a criminal. Then we exited international arrivals and had to go through security again. I got to keep my shoes on this time. No crotch shot xray machines. It seemed more of an inconvenience than a security check point. Truthfully I am more likely to drown in my bath than be the victim of a terrorist attack. I have never been scared of terrorists, just rich white guys. Then back to waiting for a plane while sipping a great espresso machiato. Made the connection and arrived in Hannover to a warm greeting by my wifes awesome friends and family. I hope they like me.