Jetting

We started out with a 11/2 hr drive to the airport. We were to be there 2hrs before our 5hr flight. Then a 2hr layover in CA before our 12hr flight to Beijing. Then immigration, baggage claim, customs, finding AWAA, waiting for other families, and then finally to our hotel. 

No audio on inflight movies, even no wifi. Nothing but people touching you and falling asleep in the most uncomfortable positions and smelly breath.  I was trying so hard not to whine because it will be 100% harder on the way home.  This length of traveling is beyond hard for a adult let alone a child. Then also a child that doesn't know, trust, or love us yet. 

My memories are flashing back. 

I remember the smells of China (food) (especially the smell of people).

I remember the sounds of China (slurping of food) (the language) (the traffic). 

I remember how annoying it is to be touched, bumped, jiggled constantly by people. People that I don't know. Or better yet, full body mushing of people trying to pass each other in the aisles of a packed plane. 

I remember that Chinese are not a very patient people in the immigration line (picture cattle) (would give our Walmart a run for their money on Black Friday)

I'm again reminded of the changes coming for Josie. I'm guessing we will smell different too. We will sound and look funny and will be confusing. And those parent people that are strangers want to touch and hold her.