On my way to the airport...feeling kind of queasy, to be perfectly honest. Take into account all of my anticipation for this trip, the stress of flying internationally, and changing 9 time zones and you get one sleep-deprived stomach-knotted Shannon. But it's a good kind of anxiety. Mostly.
My plane to Toronto fit 36 people. About 23 of them saw me spill apple juice all over my face and down my shirt. Seriously, people, who tries to lift a heavy bag from over their head with a cup of apple juice clenched in their teeth? *raises hand in shame*
In lieu of airplane peanuts, the Canadians provided me with humorously named corn chips. Oh Canada!
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