In the second week of April I went to Kentucky to visit my Newly Wed friend, who I think I've mentioned at some point—probably back in April. The flight there was okay; I barely noticed that I was uncomfortable except during moments of turbulence, but I could distract myself by reading. The flight back from Kentucky was slightly worse, and every time we hit turbulence I was convinced that puddle jumper was going to fall straight out of the sky. Making turns scared the crap out of me, because the air would hit the bottom of the plane, and all I could think was we were going to be forced upside down. I would just put my book down and accept that my life was about to end.
The trip to Disney World in the last week of April was even worse. I was reaching the point where I wanted to break out into tears during takeoff, but I wouldn't let myself do it. I was sitting next to a girl who also looked like she wanted to cry, and I was determined not to be sitting in "that row of women who were batshit." But on the flight home, with the Giant sitting next to me, I cried my eyes out. Because the Giant is so tall, he usually gets exit aisle accommodations, but he decided to sit with me (I've never seen him look so cramped*) in order to hold my hand while I cried during takeoff. I've always had an issue with turbulence, but takeoff has never bothered me. It's an odd new fear that I don't appreciate because I was hoping to do a lot of traveling in the future. Obviously I still will, but I'm going to do what I can to avoid planes. I think my cap is going to be 9 hours: anything less than that I am willing to drive.
With this in mind, the Giant and I were talking tonight about places we'd like to visit. Last night I was on Facebook watching a video of one of my friends who recently moved to Canada. On the way up, she stayed the night in North Dakota and went to Space Aliens Bar & Grill. Now I really want to go there, but the closest one is an eight hour drive. I started to wonder if there was a similar restaurant close by, which there isn't, but it lead me to a couple other places I'd like to go.
1. Ed Debevic's — I've been here before, but it's been a while and I'd really like to revisit their good food and fresh service.
2. The Cave Restaurant and Resort — It's a restaurant. In a cave.
3. Traverse City, MI — I went here with my family when I was very young. I lost my favorite penguin on that trip. His name was Doopey. It was very sad.
4. Cedar Point — I've also been here, but I was young and don't remember much.
5. St. Louis, MO — There is another Six Flags there with different rides!
6. Door County, WI — There are so many places I want to go here, I have no idea where to start.
If you have any suggestions, please let me know! I'd like to keep to the Midwest for now because I'd like to be able to travel by land.
*The only other time I've seen the Giant look severely cramped was on the monorail in Disney World. He was actually too tall, and he had to cock his head to the side and bend his knees. I laughed at him the whole ride to the park because I'm a bad girlfriend!
