Since we were already packed for the trip, and our flight wasn’t scheduled to leave until 6:30 p.m., there wasn’t much Doug (photo, right) and I needed to do this morning except get up and go to the airport in New York City. When I woke up at about 10:30 a.m., Doug was already awake, watching his Duran Duran videos (He’s a big fan. Guess he wanted to watch them one last time before leaving them behind for the year.)We left early in the afternoon and picked up Doug’s Dad at work, then made the trip to JFK Airport. Fortunately traffic wasn’t too bad, so we arrived in plenty of time and went right to work trying to get our “weighty” luggage checked in (Stroke of Luck #1… The Schoeners Help These Poor College Students Get Their Luggage Through the Airport). Then we bid farewell to Doug’s “American” parents and waited patiently until 6:30 p.m., when we boarded the mighty British Airways 747 (a nice substitute for the Concorde, which sat outside our window but, alas, was not to be our method of transport on this day.)
We enjoyed a pleasant and uneventful flight over the Atlantic Ocean. Although this overnight flight is the perfect time to catch some sleep and arise rested and ready the next morning, we were to excited in anticipating our arrival and got little sleep this night.
Around the middle of the flight, the time zone changed and it suddenly became…
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