Plane ride

Welp, we are in the air now on our European adventure. Originally we were suppose to be sitting alone, but after boarding we asked if we could be switched. At first, Em was sitting by two old ladies. After she received a puzzled look after saying "hi," Em realized quickly they did not share the same language. 

Maria was sitting in my aisle alone until two young and very attractive males asked me to kindly move so they could fill the seats. She quickly allowed them to do so. Right away this lady with some sort of international accent said the the stewardist "Mam, if you have three seats in a row those are my children right there(pointing to the dudes in my row). Only if you have room, mam." After sitting down to introduce herself she learned that the boys were in fact not her children. She told them they could use that to their advantage and put their food on her tab. 

A few minutes later the sterwrdist said I could move to have a seat with Emily. I reluctantly left the boys to do so ( kidding Nathan!!!!) 

They put us in the emergency row with a guy with long red hair, full out beard, and an eye piercing. Lesson: never be quick to judge. When I saw him I said, "Em you want the middle?" in a soft hesitant whisper. She firmly says to me, "Sit down." He ended up being a cheery fellow on his way back home to Sweden. He told us that we could go on the beach in Barcelona, find a random crowd to hang with and then party with them....I don't think we will take his advice on that one. 

After take-off we could not help but smell something funky. After looking down we noticed that our bearded friend had his shoes off. This was part of the problem, but within a matter of minutes the smell grew worse and more intense. It just so happened that these smells came when beard man started to put his foot up. Maria gave Em a look and she just laughed. 

Thinking the smell might be some sort of nasty food, Maria turned to our new friend and this followed:

Maria: Are they going to feed us? (Because this is something she would be concerned about)

Beard man: Oh, yes!

Maria: Oh, so there's like a meal? 

Beard man: Oh, I don't know

Maria: I thought you just said yes

Beard Man: I know what fajitas are....

Fortunetly, most of the stench was from food that was probably served to 1st class because we did not receive anything, but a drink. They did not even offer us a bag of pretzels! Good thing I had my peanut butter and tortilla ready to go (Maria speaking). 

With little sleep and no way to recline our seat because of the emergency section we made it to Iceland; where a hotdog stand his the most popular restaurant. Seriously, we look out of the plane window and see nothing!! Temperature: 40 degrees. Energy Level: -39 

**comment below if you know how to spell stewardist and your favorite plane memory