I can't believe it's been 4 days since I wrote in my blog. I think that's by far my longest gap so far, but I have to plead victimization of terrible jet lag.
We got out of Montreal OK on Saturday afternoon, although we realized at about noon that we had a whole bunch of bills and other financial transactions to take care of before we left (doh). But we took a taxi to the airport, which shortened our door-to-door considerably, and the checkin for SwissAir was pretty reasonable. So we had a decent lunch inside YUL and then got on our plane just fine.
The flight over was kind of, uh, bad. We got the bulkhead seats, which was great because Amita June could sit on the floor and play, but because everything (tray, TV) is built into the armrests, the seats are a few inches more narrow than other seats, and my hipbones were scraping against them the entire time. Painful.
Amita June slept, but we were in the baby ghetto and a baby sitting behind us was crying constantly. At one point in the night, a man, obviously three sheets to the wind, got up and shouted at the baby. "Shut up already! Why don't you shut up?" It was a surreal situation -- a grown man shouting at a 14-month-old on the plane. I was getting out of my seat to guide him back to his when he disappeared into the dark.
The weird thing was that the same guy came up after the sun came up and tried to play with Amita while he was waiting for the bathroom. He tickled her in the belly once, and the next time he reached out, I grabbed his arm. "Don't touch her, please." We didn't see him again afterwards.