I am currently on a flight to Frankfurt, Germany. We just passed over Greenland and are heading towards Reykjavík, Iceland. Only 3 hours and 45 minutes until the flight is over. I was surprised at how good the airplane lasagna was. It tasted like Trader Joe’s pre-made lasagna, which isn’t saying much, but it’s better than nothing.

As we are flying towards Iceland, I can see bright light shining through the cracks in the windows. In Reykjavíc, it is 6:45 AM. Inside the plane, it is very dark. Most of the people sitting next to me have stayed up all night listening to music or watching TV. I have only gotten about 2-3 hours of sleep due to the person behind me freuently  kicking my chair. Thankfully the kicking has subsided, but I still can’t sleep. Oh well, I’ll catch up in Paris. 

The only enjoyable part about plane rides is the take off. I love the feeling of powerfully ascending into the sky. The rest of it has to do with trying to find a comfortable position to sleep. I have my eyes set on finishing The Sign of Four, the second Sherlock Holmes book, by tomorrow. Much to my disappointment, though, I tried to download Wicked Plants: The Weed That Killed Lincoln’s Mother and Other Botanical Atrocities, but this plane obviouly has no Wi-Fi, so I have to wait until we land. I am almost disappointed that I am getting the Kindle Edition because from what I hear, the hard cover edition is beautiful, combined with gorgeous etchings and a golden ribbon as a book mark.