We most certainly did not get through without anymore problems.
In fact, I think the worst thing that could possibly happen besides crashing
took place.
I threw up.
Apparently a three course meal on a plane is not a good idea for someone's
first plane ride.
All was well until the landing, but as soon as we hit the tarmac, I was out of
my seat and running for the bathroom.
I had wretched so much that I was too embarrassed to leave the door
unlocked for Xavier.
He had seen me sick before, but this was another level.
Instead, I endured the angry and worried pounding he did to the other side of
the door.
What's flight.
After about five minutes, I had rinsed my mouth and come out looking like
crap.
Xavier felt awful and at the moment, he's typing a list on his phone of
