Here I sit in one of the Lufthansa lounges, waiting for the flight to Dublin, 4 hours from now. Five hours in JFK (because I’m hopelessly petrified of missing a connection), and five in Frankfurt. Sigh. I’m the king of the layover. The flights home aren’t nearly as bad. In fact, based on our experience getting from the JetBlue terminal to Lufthansa’s, I’m practically convinced we’re going to miss our flight home from New York.

I’m sure we’d make it if we lived in a sane country, but because our nation is so messed up, I have to figure an hour to get through customs & immigration. We’ll play it by ear — if we don’t make the last JetBlue flight out to ORD, we’ll either improvise something using my United miles, or spend the night in NYC before coming back on the first AM flight.

I’d send along a picture of something, but my phone’s camera has developed a weird spot in the middle that is completly infuriating me. I can’t seem to clean it off, which means it’s inside, and that makes no sense to me whatsoever.

I don’t use my phone’s camera for much at all, but it’s fun to use for photoblogging trips. Meh.

The flight went well, and those lie-flat seats are crucial for a long haul like that. I probably got 3-4 hours of sleep, which is more than I would have gotten in a regular seat, and way more comfortable.

Okay, enough phone typing. Next entry from Dublin!