Back in April I went on a vacation. The biggest and best vacation to date. Erica and I left the United States and flew to Italy to visit some of her family.
We flew our of Harrisburg International Airport for convenience. The weather in Harrisburg was cold and rainy.
And we were getting on this little prop plane to fly to Philadelphia. I’m not a fan of flying in the first place and this little plane didn’t make me feel any better.
We flew into Philadelphia International Airport where we awaited our flight to Brussels, Belgium.
This is the plane that would take across the Atlantic Ocean and into Europe. The thought of flying over the Atlantic Ocean amazes me. It wasn’t long ago when the only way to reach Europe was by boat. And here it would take us a matter of hours.
There wasn’t much to do to pass the time crossing the Atlantic Ocean. We were flying into the night, the cabin was noisy and the air was dry. What better time for a self-portrait?