I just finished writing a brilliant first journal entry but when I hit post, it disappeared and took me back to the log in page. GRRRR! Basically, what started as a long plane ride ended as a long plane ride. I had a staring contest with the smash, throw and destroy baggage handler loading our plane. He was able to maintain perfect eye contact without grimacing whilst helicopter throwing a bag backwards over his head onto a transport. Hopefully, that luggage wasn't intended for Brussels. I shared a seat with a complete stranger, who snored, head bobbed and hogged not only the armrest, but my knee room as well. I slept maybe 20 minutes and woke to glaring cabin lights and some sort of breakfast meal. I didn't mind too much. I was in Europe after all and my bag made it in one piece. No way I need sleep, I'll make it 'til tomorrow, jet lag, schmet lag. I only hope Europe doesn't mind morning breath and plane B.O.