Hello, Dundee
It is currently 11 pm on Saturday in Dundee, Scotland and I am lounging in my bed, settled into Belmont Flat 35, Room 2. I caved to jet lag and took a nap this afternoon and I already can't wait to go to bed again tonight. Screw you, time zones. It all started on Friday morning when I arrived at DFW for the 10:25 flight to Minneapolis, the first stop on the journey overseas. The Delta desk attendant informed me that my preciously packed suitcase was 10 pounds overweight and gave me an ultimatum: Unpack those 10 pounds or pay a fee. I needed every ounce of the 61 total pounds, so I forked over the cash. Small price to pay to be warm for 5 months. Upon takeoff from Dallas, Kylie clutched my hand so hard I still had marks even after we had reached our cruising altitude. We both listened to music since Pitch Perfect failed to download from icloud in time...no diggity. We landed in Minneapolis, Minnesota with plenty of time to spare and took turn...