The big day

There's something about being in an airport, waiting for your flight. It's a curious combination of anticipation, nervousness, excitement, and... well, boredom. Reilly and Tad were up early today, excited for the trip, and Cristy and I scurried around, cleaning up for the housesitter and taking care of last minute details (Seabands for the airsickness, one more luggage lock, etc.). Through it all was a feeling of disbelief - there were days when it was hard to believe we would make it to this day!

But the day did indeed come, and here we are. About to begin our journey. A flight to Philly, then the long one across the Atlantic to Edinburgh. As far as airports go, Ithaca is small. I mean, tiny. What that means is that checkin, security, and all that jazz took a whopping 10 minutes. I highly recommend flying out from a small airport if you have the choice. 5 minutes from the house, no hassle, and there you go. Much better than the craziness of, say, JFK or Newark.

So, there you have it. We are on our way. Next time, from Edinburgh!