We hopped on a plane at 6pm Sunday night. Unlike on domestic flights, they did a good job of keeping us distracted. We had pop, snacks, then a full meal. Now, I regularly broadcast my hate for Northwest Airlines, but they did have awesome service on the transatlantic flights. I had an Indian dish with chickpeas for dinner. Bertine ate 1.5 pieces of cake before almost getting sick.

I’m terrible at sleeping on planes, but I did manage about an hour and half straight over the north Atlantic. I fell asleep against the window and woke up thinking I was going to freeze to death.