There are controversies as to what exactly was Day 1. Most of us included a jaunt to New York on our way out of the country as the start to our trip. We hit H&M, Central Park, Starbucks (the non-coffee stuff), Battery Park, Times Square, Tiffany & Co., Grand Central Station, 5th Avenue, Serendipity, and St. Patrick’s Cathedral, to name a few of the sites.
We hustled back to JFK to make the 10:55 p.m. flight to Paris, which turned out to be a seven-hour, cramped, hot, sardine experience. It was the second, fourth, and even fifth leg for some people, and we were already tired. Roena trekked the furthest, hailing from Oahu, Hawaii.
We panicked a little when, ten minutes before the flight left, two of our party, Jamie and Julie, hadn’t showed up yet. Turns out their later flight from SLC took off an hour and a half late, then had to divert to Atlantic City when it ran out of fuel. They made it, but not without a little sweat.
But a Baptist choir group overtook a third of the plane, so we figured prayers had us covered. We tried to get a few ZZZs, but were for the most part unsuccessful.
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