Saturday, October 17, 2009

The Longest Day of My Life

Literally. It's been a 29-hour day. Anyone who ever complained that there aren't enough hours in the day has clearly not spent enough time travelling westward through five time zones.
But we all arrived back in Syracuse safely, thank goodness. We tried our best to say our goodbyes on the plane, because we all knew we'd be making a mad dash for our loved ones as soon as we got our feet back on solid ground. The flights mostly went off without a hitch, with the exception of a problem with the jetbridge in Detroit that resulted in us getting off the plane a half an hour late and making it to our next gate with only a few minutes to spare. Much of those few minutes were spent in a quest to find peanut butter cups.
This is not the end! I know I have more things I want to post over the next few days, so stay tuned.
Love,
Amy