I'm currently in Munich, en route to Spain. I'll be there for two weeks before the van-clad adventures begin stateside in earnest.
I survived my first international flight. I had planned to take a bunch of photos and get into some mischief in Germany (two hour layover, and more Haribo than I know what to do with), but I miscalculated the size of my pack, and had to check it, along with my photo-taking devices. My carry-on is a plastic bag that I scored from a bookstore in O'Hare, which is full of a laptop and sandwiches from mom.
The flight was uneventful. I had a broken conversation with my neighbor that consisted of my trying to explain what I am planning to do in Spain (climb rocks), and his opinions of women (poor spatial reasoning and driving skills) and Irish food (corned beef and cabbage is all a man needs to live). I think he was Austrian, although I never confirmed this. Also present on the flight was a delightful warm moist towelette that was provided to the passengers on a regular interval. After the initial shock of a warm wet sensation when it was dropped into my hands, the towelette proved to be the highlight of the flight. I also watched Birdman and Silver Linings Playbook. Those movies came in a close second and third behind the aforementioned towelette. Did I mention that it was warm? Brilliant.
My plan to combat jet lag is to refrain from sleeping for a solid 40 hours, then just dive into my new Spanish sleep schedule. I'll let you know how it goes. Next stop, Bilbao.