The Pasta kids headed to Amsterdam this past weekend to celebrate Great Aunt Izia's 80th birthday!! Mom and dad drove up earlier in the week.
The trip started on a very early flight to Baltimore on Saturday.
About 1/2 way through the trip we ran into horrible turbulence. I held on for dear life and said about 100 prayers. Barb and I wished we were like Sean and oblivious to the fact that we were about to die. Sean just looked at the safety card and planned our escape from the plane.
The second flight from Baltimore to Albany was not as horrible, but pretty bad. Joe who was sitting across from us on both flights liked to play lets see "how scared does Joanne looks now"
after each jolt. It was a good thing I was sitting next to Barb because with every bump we would run into each other.
after each jolt. It was a good thing I was sitting next to Barb because with every bump we would run into each other.
The visit to Amsterdam was a lot of fun. On Saturday night we had birthday cake and Sean helped Izia blow out her candles.
On Sunday we went to a craft fair in a very pretty area. Here is a picture of dad taking a picture of Dave taking a picture of the covered bridge.
There were also fun things to climb on.Our quick trip ended on Monday. It was another flight back to Baltimore. We knew we were in trouble when before we leave the gate the flight attendant said that because we were going to be in turbulence there would be no drink service. Really?!? Not again! It wasn't real scary, just very shaky. I was trying to do a Suduko puzzle and I could barely write anything. There were a few lines that ran off the page when we hit bigger bumps.
On to the fourth and final flight of the weekend. Surely we would not have bad luck four flights in a row! Haha. The majority of the flight was great. In the last hour of the flight the flight attendants came on and said they were going to pick up trash now because we were about to hit turbulence and the captain asked them to be seated for the rest of the flight. Not again!! The plane dropped and people screamed in the back (no it wasn't me) and one flight attendant had to run back to her seat. This lasted at least a 1/2 hour. I finally got brave enough to open my eyes and looked out the window just in time to see lighting strike. Yikes! Luckily we landed without any problems. I've always hated flying and now I hate it even more!
More photos when I get a hold of dad's camera.

