Everybody sing....

It's a small world after all, it's a small, small world...

A funny thing happened on the way to Spain. I sat next to a nice, chatty couple on the flight to Atlanta. The husband was former Airforce and we chatted about Shane's upcoming enlistment, then moved on to where they had been/where I was going, ect. During the conversation I mentioned my sister in Illinois. "Where in Illinois "they asked. I gave them my standard "45 minutes northwest of Chicago" answer. "Hmn. Sounds like where we are from." "What's the name of the town?" I asked. Wait for it..... "Crystal Lake" they replied.

Now, remember, I was on a plane of about 300 people. What are the odds that I sit next to, chat with, and discover people from the town I grew up in???(14,000 people when I moved/ 40 thousand ish now) I bet no one else on that entire plane had ever heard of Crystal Lake, Illinois. You could have knocked me over with a feather. Really. And they moved there the year I left. Thought I might be being punked :)

Despite a crying baby that followed us all the way to Spain, and frequent turbulance, the rest of the flight was pretty uneventful.

We were treated to a beautiful sunrise over the Azores (for the geographically challenged, those are islands off the coast of Portugal). It started with the slash of watermelon red accross the sky, then the red began to fade to a gorgeous ,brillant orange, finally mellowing to a rosey pink and sunny yellow. Seeing that made the sleepless, transatlantic flight worthwhile. I do think I need to have a camera surgically attached to my hand though because it's always stashed in a backpack somewhere when I need it!