Test Page/Flying to Texas

I will be writing in catch-up mode for the next couple days, by which I mean I'll start from the beginning of my trip and keep on writing until I reach the present day. This may take a few days since in the last week and a half or so I've been to London, arrived in Norway, and been subjected to a variety of unique experiences that I figure I should write about in this space since that's kind of the point. First, though, I have to make sure I know what I'm doing as far as posting on this blog. Actually, I'm going to call it a travelogue because I think the word blog is a little annoying and not quite accurate for the type of writing I'm doing. So this entry is for figuring out what I'm doing. And for writing about my experience flying to Houston. This actually relates to my experience in London and Norway, though, because I think there's a common lesson I learned from spending 3 days in London and 3 days (and counting) in Norway. Stereotypes are almost always completely wrong, but people in certain regions do act the way that I've seen in the movies or read about in books. What this meant for my flight to Texas was that there were more than a few guys in cowboy hats and that everyone was loud, had an accent, and for some reason refused to sit in their airplane seats for longer than 5 minutes at a time. Also, I should be more tolerant of the Texan accent, but it just doesn't make me smile the same way that a British accent does. I don't know why, but the combination of all these things and maybe the general annoyance of plane travel made for a tough plane ride. The fasten seatbelt light was on for the entire flight, and people were in line for the bathrooms the entire flight. This wouldn't have been a problem for me, but I was in the last row. This made it hard to sleep, because there were cowboy hats and Texan accents and wicked amounts of turbulence all at the same time and I thought I was going to go crazy. It was actually hilarious, but I didn't want to laugh at everyone so I just watched Kung Fu Panda instead. Which was also hilarious, so it was ok. The flight to London, on the other hand, was awesome and full of me sleeping. Finally, I'm going to post a link right now for some pictures from London from my friend Kelley, who along with Curt made up our travel group through London and to Norway. For those of my family members who don't know, Kelley and Curt both go to PLU and I've known them since freshman year. I didn't have my camera in London, and yes I know not many of the pictures have me in them, but 1) that's not a terrible thing, and 2) it was my choice, so don't blame Kelley for that. That last bit was mostly meant for my mom. I promise to have more pictures with me in them from Norway. I'll be attaching my pictures to my posts here, but Kelley's site (I'm assuming) will be up and running the whole time we're here so if anybody wants to see more pictures that's your best option. Here's the site:

http://picasaweb.google.com/kelleyw06

Next post: London.