Somewhere across the sea…

After 3 flights, 28 hours, 7,315 miles, and less sleep than sought, we made it to New Delhi!

On Tuesday at 10am, we left our wonderful moms waving to us from the bottom of the Portland Jetport escalator.  We arrived at JFK and were told by a Jet Blue employee that Lufthansa was in Terminal 4, and “it will take you 5 minutes to walk to the terminal.  Don’t bother taking the train.”  First lesson of Year of Adventure: Read signs to obtain information.  Lufthansa was in Terminal 1.

After getting some fresh air between terminals, we successfully checked into Lufthansa, and somehow managed to avoid the excess baggage fees!  And then the first fun surprise — we flew via Airbus A380, the largest commercial plane in the world of which Lufthansa owns only 8.  We took pictures.  We were those people in the airport.

The plane has cameras built into the tail, wings, and nose, so you can watch the scenery go by while in-flight.  So sweet.

Anyway, flash forward past the 8 hours we spent trying to sleep on benches in Frankfurt airport…..

Brian wears an eye mask.

Thanks for the blankets, Lufthansa.

We touched down in Delhi!  We quickly deplaned.  We wove through the rails to the front of the passport control line.  The passport controller examined our visas carefully, hesitated momentarily with his hand over his rubber stamp, and then imprinted our official welcome to the subcontinent.  Let the adventure begin.

P.S. Brian is currently looking up photography tours, one of which features “rides on elephants for tiger shows.”  Sweeter than a ride on an A380.

Song of the Open Road

After more than a year of planning, preparation, and a whole lot of hoping, the moment is finally upon us — we are moving to India tomorrow!  Our wedding, spent dancing away the night in Maine with family and friends, was a perfect send-off.  In honor of our imminent first and future adventures as husband and wife, Brian and I chose an excerpt from Walt Whitman’s “Song of the Open Road” as our wedding ceremony’s closing reading.  Whitman’s words ring loudly for us, as we take to our own open road together, and may resonate with all who value friendship and adventure.

Allons! the road is before us!
It is safe – I have tried it – my own feet have tried it well – be not
Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the book on the
shelf unopen’d!
Let the tools remain in the workshop! let the money remain unearn’d!
Let the school stand! mind not the cry of the teacher!
Let the preacher preach in his pulpit! let the lawyer plead in the
court, and the judge expound the law.

Camerado, I give you my hand!
I give you my love more precious than money,
I give you myself before preaching or law;
Will you give me yourself, will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?

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