We dashed out of our hotel to make our early morning flight, snagging whatever food we could from the hotel's breakfast counter. We boarded with relative ease, and I found out I was one of the lucky winners of a middle seat in the central isle. Almost immediately after liftoff, they started a movie, all the windows went down, and they served us a meal. This would be the first of several hobbit-sized meals, served at hobbit-like regularity; breakfast, second breakfast, elevensies, ect. They seemed to coincide with the beginning of each new movie, and reflected what the particular movie would be about (I knew "Kungfu Panda" would be coming up next when they served us a bowl of ramen noodles). I found that my first international flight essentially reverted me back to my infant days.
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