The Perfect Flight!

Through our travels we have had bad flights, such as the one when we left Greece this year and had quite a problem with the man who sat behind me. I think I am scarred forever from that encounter, but I lived through it.

Most of our flights have been just fine . . . some bumpy, some smooth, but all safe without hassle!

But Wednesday's flight from Madrid to Atlanta has to be considered a perfect flight. It was three hours late, so the Delta employees rerouted a lot of the people on the plane. Since we had plenty of time between flights, they left us on the original one, and we stayed in the airport with Di, sorting through pictures.

We received a free lunch, and when we got on the huge 767, there were only 96 people. There were so many seats, we could stretch out, sleep across seats, get up and move around. The flight attendants were delighted, everyone was happy. It could not have been nicer. Then when we arrived in Atlanta, what took us over 1 1/2 hours in December took 20 minutes. We arrived at our gate to Wichita with an hour to spare . . . and we got home safely. Sometimes, a delay in a flight works to one's advantage, and I would like to thank Delta Airlines for the perfect flight!