I had been watching my flight from Nashville to Washington Dulles for a little over a month noting when it was late, which happened periodically. One time the flight was cancelled altogether. Not so the time when it mattered.

At one point the air on the plane cut off. I asked the stewardess sitting next to me on the very back row on the jump seat. She said sometimes the terminal cuts power to the plane and not to worry.

She was eating a chicken sandwich from Wendy’s. I asked if she had to get it herself and she said the pilot got it for her. It’s nice that the pilot will take care of his crew.

When i asked her how to transfer terminals the stewardess went above and beyond and searched on her phone for answers. Very nice of her.

We arrived at Washington Dulles right on time. Transferring to a different terminal was a breeze. There is a very large bus which can transfer many passengers at once. No need to got through security again unlike Ohare.

On my flight to Munich from Dulles, I thought I had a row all to myself, but a young woman came in on her phone. While on her phone she cursed, which pretty much made me write off as one of “those” people. I didn’t offer her my salad (probably because of the cursing; and probably because it is awkward).

I watched Argo and Downsizing on the plane. I wondered if I was being hypocritical being offended at my row mates’ cursing language while I was watching r rated movies.

I had seen Argo before and still enjoyed it multiple times around. Downsizing started off good, then got a little too preachy with a girl with a fake Vietnamese accent. I’ll pass on future showings.

At the Munich airport we didn’t clear customs and were instead rounded to different terminals. I changed clothes and found a place to charge my phone. I had been unable to charge my phone completely on the plane using the USB port.

My flight to Bucharest loaded early and sat on the tarmac for a while. We were told it was because Bucharest airport has only one runway and another plane needed to land ahead of us.

We landed without incident in Bucharest. After clearing passport control I had hoped to pick up Burger King at one of the gates. But this was impossible because of the layout.

I found an ATM to withdraw cash. Romanian money is made of plastic and can’t be torn easily.

I found my van driver taking me to Brasov. He had actually texted me while I was in Munich. We weren’t leaving for a few more minutes so I decided to get some snacks at the Carrefour supermarket.

So right now I’m writing this blog post on my way to Brasov.

More to come later.