After much anticipation, we finally boarded a plane on Saturday, 12/5, to head to our new home 'town', Naples! Saturday morning started off at 5am, as we finished packing and tried to consolidate as much as we could into the least amount of suitcases. As most of you know, we packed up our house the mon/tues/wed before Thanksgiving to get it ready for our new tenants and moved into a hotel in Seattle until our departure on 12/5. We packed on Saturday for about 6 hours...amazing how much time it took considering we knew everything in our hotel room had to go, so it wasn't like we had to decide what to take/not to take, but still, it took us that long! Once all packed, we ended up w/ 10 checked bags, a stroller, carseat, and 5 carry ons. As my parents said, we must have looked like the beverly hillbillies, and I think we did:) Thankfully, we made our way to the airport in Seattle w/ our rented Kia (basically a tin can which reminded me of my post college Geo Tracker) and our friend Dave's SUV instead of the old jalopy the Clampetts had to cruise around in:)
Once at the airport, things went way smoother than we had imagined. There were essentially no lines, so we could check all our bags w/ ease, and security wasn't so bad either. Evan was a trooper, very cooperative, and didn't cry at all, I guess he was happy about moving to Italy too.
The flight to London is about 9 hours, and since we had a seat for Evan, the flight was also pretty easy. I'm thankful that Josh's company flies us business class..it makes all the difference in the world, and takes all the 'pain' out of flying.
We arrived in London on Sunday, and had an interesting experience going through security. We all know liquids aren't allowed, but an exception is made for breast milk. In the US, when we went through security in Seattle, they tested the breastmilk w/ a machine or chemical to verify what it was. In London, different story! Evan was asleep, so instead of him, they wanted ME to drink it to prove that it was breastmilk. "Come on...are you serious" was the look I gave them! They just looked back at me.."yup, totally serious". So, with that I had to ask Evan to help a sista out, and got him, despite his sleepiness, to take a swig for me. Ok...breastmilk hurdle was overcome, and we were on our way.
Since we flew business class we got to relax in the club lounge until our flight to Rome. Evan was so relaxed that he couldn't help but let out several huge, adult-size farts. These bombs were let go in the quiet section of the lounge that we had picked out. The setting reminded me of a library, so Evan's gas, as it escaped, seemed to echo throughout the seating area we were in. Josh and I could do nothing but laugh, and congratulate Evan, for one, because we knew he'd be feeling better, so were were truly happy he had passed some gas, but two, and more importantly, to make it knows to all the other travelers around us that it was the baby who farted and not us..since based on the volume, it wasn't totally obvious:)
Ok, loud farts behind us, we got prepared to board the flight to Rome. We got on board w/o any issues, and Evan basically slept the whole way which was great! We got to Rome and steadily made our way to the baggage claim area. To our surprise, when we got there, our bags started coming almost immediately, one right after the other. Awesome...that is until our streak ended, and after quickly collecting seven of our bags, we soon realized no more were coming for us. The conveyor belt kept escorting more and more bags around, but none of them were ours. As other passengers gathered their suitcases and left, we soon became the sole family standing around as the conveyor belt continued to run, moving one lonely bag in and out of the bends and turns of its route. That lonely bag wasn't ours, and 2 of our large checked bags, plus our essential stroller were nowhere to be seen.
Once at the airport, things went way smoother than we had imagined. There were essentially no lines, so we could check all our bags w/ ease, and security wasn't so bad either. Evan was a trooper, very cooperative, and didn't cry at all, I guess he was happy about moving to Italy too.
The flight to London is about 9 hours, and since we had a seat for Evan, the flight was also pretty easy. I'm thankful that Josh's company flies us business class..it makes all the difference in the world, and takes all the 'pain' out of flying.
We arrived in London on Sunday, and had an interesting experience going through security. We all know liquids aren't allowed, but an exception is made for breast milk. In the US, when we went through security in Seattle, they tested the breastmilk w/ a machine or chemical to verify what it was. In London, different story! Evan was asleep, so instead of him, they wanted ME to drink it to prove that it was breastmilk. "Come on...are you serious" was the look I gave them! They just looked back at me.."yup, totally serious". So, with that I had to ask Evan to help a sista out, and got him, despite his sleepiness, to take a swig for me. Ok...breastmilk hurdle was overcome, and we were on our way.
Since we flew business class we got to relax in the club lounge until our flight to Rome. Evan was so relaxed that he couldn't help but let out several huge, adult-size farts. These bombs were let go in the quiet section of the lounge that we had picked out. The setting reminded me of a library, so Evan's gas, as it escaped, seemed to echo throughout the seating area we were in. Josh and I could do nothing but laugh, and congratulate Evan, for one, because we knew he'd be feeling better, so were were truly happy he had passed some gas, but two, and more importantly, to make it knows to all the other travelers around us that it was the baby who farted and not us..since based on the volume, it wasn't totally obvious:)
Ok, loud farts behind us, we got prepared to board the flight to Rome. We got on board w/o any issues, and Evan basically slept the whole way which was great! We got to Rome and steadily made our way to the baggage claim area. To our surprise, when we got there, our bags started coming almost immediately, one right after the other. Awesome...that is until our streak ended, and after quickly collecting seven of our bags, we soon realized no more were coming for us. The conveyor belt kept escorting more and more bags around, but none of them were ours. As other passengers gathered their suitcases and left, we soon became the sole family standing around as the conveyor belt continued to run, moving one lonely bag in and out of the bends and turns of its route. That lonely bag wasn't ours, and 2 of our large checked bags, plus our essential stroller were nowhere to be seen.
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