Sunday, December 28, 2008 2:00 PM CST (8 PM in London)

As I type this, we are flying over the Atlantic Ocean on our way to London. We are currently at 39,000 feet. I must admit that this whole experience is likely to put everything into perspective. At our current height, we are tinier than a speck to any boat floating off the shore of Greenland – ultimately undetectable. I have a feeling we are going to have many of these moments in the next four weeks. I mean, after all, as Nick said in his last post, India's population is nearly unfathomable – just another opportunity to be humbled into that tinier-than-a-speck perspective.

Thus far travel has been rather uneventful (which is a good thing). Our current flight got off the ground a little late, so we will be about 20 minutes late into London, but thankfully, that will not really alter any of our plans. We'll be staying overnight at the airport hotel, and then will get to see the city for the day. By the time I post this online, we will likely have some great London pictures to upload, so they will appear below:

OK. Now to switch gears a bit. Why do airlines show movies that will potentially lead to tears? I just finished watching Henry Poole is Here (quality film...it has a slow pace, but is still really good). This is a pretty sad, yet hope-filled movie and has all of the ingredients to jerk a few tears. I was forced to pretend that I was sleeping on and off, so other passengers would not question my pseudo-weepy eyes. In case you are wondering, I am not the only passenger experiencing this. The woman diagonally in front of me turned back to see whether or not I had noticed that she was fighting back tears while watching The Women. Once she determined that I was not watching (which clearly I was), she removed tears from both eyes. The amazing part is that they have The Women listed as a comedy. In my opinion, movies listed as comedies should not induce such reactions. But I digress...

'til next time,
Aaron!