It’s sometime between midnight and 6:00 am, and we are suspended somewhere over the British Isles. Pink highlights are bouncing off the cloud cover from our 38,000 foot vantage point, so I think I’ll lean into the 6:00 am clock – even though my watch says 11:30 pm and my body is still deep in the twilight zone of head-bobbing snoozing while listening for calls for snacks.

I really should just get a button that says “Please wake for snacks”.

The absolute highlight of the trip so far has been the root vegetable chili and rice with couscous salad. The egg sandwich with mixed fruit was a close second. Good job, Delta Airlines!

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My sister Julie and I were handed our tour information some 14 hours ago with a smile and a quip of, “You’re the youngest ones on our trip.” We boarded the coach bus with a couple dozen retirees wearing name tags the color of key limes and embarked upon our 20ish-hour journey to Oslo, Norway. We’ll spend the next two weeks tromping around our ancestral homelands and chatting up our tour members. More to come!