Sorry, these are going to be posted pretty late, considering i'm busy ALL THE TIME, which i absolutely love. The girls here are fantastic. My heart absolutely loves them and i've known them just less than 24 hours, but more on that later.
The flight from New York to New Delhi was 14 hours. That pretty much says all i need to but i'll give a lot more detail. We flew in on a 747. For those of you who don't know, it's the largest plane that flies, over 300 passengers and 2 first class areas. I was in neither. This is a flight most reserved, i think, for international flying. My group of 4 absolutely wonderful women, were about 1/16 of all the Americans on the flight. It was so exciting to see so many Indian men women and children, knowing that i would be a part of their country in only 14 short hours. Wait, did i say short? whoops. It felt like we were on that flight for days, which we kind of were, considering we had a 10 1/2 hour time change in the middle. We were served 3 meals while on board. I had no idea what anything was and hadn't the heart to ask. It was airplane Indian cuisine, if that means anything. During our flight, and keep in mind we've been up since three that morning and the flight took off at 4:30 pm, it was impossible to get more than a hour of sleep at a time. between the crying children, the cramped spaces, the snoring, the yelling in a language we didn't know, and the 3 food wake up calls. I was also silly enough to watch the on board movie The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button, and cried at 2 in the morning. Our bodies were sore, our feet were swollen, and heads were swelling with exhaustion. 14 hours later, we stepped off of the plane, and into New Delhi. I cried inside, so as not to scare anyone watching, because neither words nor tears can ever describe how much joy came into my heart at that moment, and each moment since.
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