Home!

I'm in my kitchen... It's amazing! I'm rubbing my puffy, red, tired eyes and thanking God for my wonderful coffee maker. We arrived last night around 1am without 90% of our luggage and a tired cranky baby after 25 hours of traveling.

It all started at 6am Sunday morning in Barcelona, Spain (that's 11pm on Saturday US time). We woke up early and grabbed our bags and headed to the airport transport. We were toting 6 huge bags to check at the airport, a stroller, a carseat, Ryan's backpack, my laptop backpack, and a carryon suitcase with all of Ryan's toys for the ride.

We had several hours to catch our flight in Barcelona so we checked our 6 huge bags which were so packed that we had to dump stuff out of one of the bags and move it to another bag because it was over the weight limit.

After a few hours of sitting we finally caught our 2 1/2 hour flight to London. Ryan slept a good part of the way and it went really well. We arrived at Heathrow Airport in good spirits and made our connecting flight to Chicago. We ended up sitting on the airport tarmac for 45 minutes waiting for some technical delays to get cleared up with the tower (which really seems like a long time when you are getting ready for an almost 9 hour flight). Off we went in our huge 777 boeing jet plane over the atlantic. Ryan was an angel. He played cars on the floor and slept for 2 hours of the flight. He only cried once when he was woken up on the plane. At 6 hours into the flight Jessi remarked "If he cries the rest of the way home he was still an angel this whole trip".

We finally arrived in Chicago where we were informed that we had to collect all of our baggage, drag them to the check in desk (hard to do with a baby in a stroller). Go through Customs, Immigration, Security again for the third time, and then catch a train to another terminal to catch our next flight. Luckily for us the flight was delayed because of the wind or we would still be in Chicago right now.

At one point we realized that the daylight savings time in Europe didn't extend to the United States and we were a full hour off the time we thought it was. It actually worked out nicely because we had over an hour delay for our flight to Kansas City so we were able to get on the plane really fast after we made it to the terminal.

We had a fairly uneventful flight to Kansas City and arrived around midnight. Only to find out that our bags that had followed us faithfully through 3 airports had gotten lost on the way to Kansas City. Only one bag showed up on the belt so we had to wait in line with 15 other people while the American Airlines staff tried to figure out what happened.

So long story short we are home. We may only have one of our bags and Ryan may have woke us up after 3 short hours of sleep but we are home. And happy. Soooo happy.

I can't wait to see everyone again. We love you and thank you for reading this blog and I promise to get pictures of our amazing cruise up soon. (The colliseum in Rome, Southern France along the Riveria, the lost city of Pompeii, Tuscany and beautiful southern Italy.)

Until then

The Kingsbury's