My parents, my sister and her husband, Julia, the kids and I all planned to go on a cruise on the Western Mediterranean during the first part of November.  Julia, the kids and I planned to spend a full day in Rome prior to the cruise where then we would meet up with the rest of my family. 

Our adventure begins on Thursday, November 2, when Julia, Jordan, Victoria and I sit and wait for our plane to board in the magical place called Harrisburg International Airport. 

The feast before the flight.

Whoo hoo! Harrisburg!

Flashing gang signs.

This was the kids’ first trip on a plane so they were excited about that. 

 


Man, I look just like my Mii.
 

We first had a short layover in DC and then got on a plane that was headed to Frankfurt, Germany. 

Somehow between the time we took off and the time were were over the Atlantic Ocean, I grew a Mohawk. 



...That is power my friends.

The plane was great because each seat had it’s own TV monitor built into the headrest in the seat in front of them. 

We landed in Frankfurt at like 6AM (our time) and messed around.

 

Whoo hoo!  Germany!

The Germans made us work while we were there.


Don't mess with this flight attendant.


Durt!

 

Then we partook of the local cuisine.  How better to celebrate our layover in Frankfurt but with an actual frankfurt. 

 
Scary.  I wish our layover wasn't in Frankfurt Airport but rather at the Steak and Lobster Airport or even the Clam Chowder Airport. 

Conrad comtemplates eating it.

Conrad the intrepid.

Conrad and Germany are now enemies.  Germany beware my wrath!
 

Jordan enjoys the meal.

It’s not Diet Coke, it’s Coca Cola Light.

Back on the plane and over the Alps.

  

After 8 or so hours in the air, we finally make it to Rome.  But I'll save that for another post.  I actually have it written, I just need to upload all the photos. 

But here's a taste of Rome.  When we got to our hotel in Rome, we flipped channels and got to watch Walker Texas Ranger, dubbed in Italian. 

God Bless the U.S.A!