Coming home

The last day was 11 straight hours on a plane from Paris to Salt Lake. The airport in Paris was huge. It had something like five terminals and each terminal was divided into little terminals. Our taxi driver dropped us off at the wrong mini terminal - it took us 15 minutes to make our way to the Air France/Delta section. At least it wasn't the wrong terminal all together or we would have had some serious problems figuring out where to go. Our flight was delayed, so we had plenty of time to get to our gate. Once they started to board, we had to go through customs/security. Of course I was the only one flagged for an in depth search. I had to take off my shoes and had to have a pat-down. Apparently there's a picture of this, but I have yet to see it. Annie and Trisha thought it was great fun. At least the officer was nice and was joking with me the whole time. After I got my shoes back on, we made our way down a ramp and onto a bus, which drove us to our airplane. The nonstop flight from Paris to Salt Lake is new, and Delta had been making all this hoopla about more leg room, personal TVs, etc. They lied. There was nothing special about this plane except my seat actually reclined this time. No extra space, not personal TV. What a letdown. It was a long flight. There were three movies - one of which we watched on the way to London - and they were played one right after another. Not the best strategy if you're trying to keep people occupied. We had four hours left when the last one was over. Eleven hours cooped up anywhere will drive you bonkers, so you can imagine how happy we were when we finally landed. And it was so nice to feel warm again - although it's gotten old pretty fast. So that's it. That's the end of our trip. We parted ways at the airport and I haven't seen Annie or Trisha since - although I have IM'd Annie. Below are a few pics I snagged from Annie's site.

Jess and Trisha at the Salt Lake International Airport.
This is from our first travel day when we were leaving for London.

Jess trying to sleep on the plane from Salt Lake to London.
It looks like I cut my hair in this picture. Hmmm, maybe I should...
The lady next to me would not turn out her light - she drove me nuts.