Sprite Be Back, Alright

After the flight attendant took my trash, including my Sierra Mist, I got over my Sprite fetish and ended up treating myself to a water with lemon once I escorted myself off of the plane. During the hour-long layover in Miami, my friend Michael Aaron and I went to TGIF, even though it was Monday. We each ordered chicken tenders with french fries for our last American meal for this summer. It was quite delicious if I do say so myself.

When boarding the plane to Barcelona, Michael and I were able to sweet talk Michael's seat buddy to exchange seats with me so we could sit together.To my surprise, it worked. Thanks again, lovely lady. Once we got cozy in our spots, I noticed Kimberly S. and Christy Green coming our way. I saw them each at security at DFW and we chit chatted until our flight to Miami, but once we landed in Miami, Michael and I were hungry hippos, so we went our separate ways. As I was saying, they were coming towards us and said their seats are right in front of us. What are the odds?

After roughly 45 minutes while in the air, the beverage cart began its route. I was prepared to order tomato juice, when all of a sudden... Oh my goodness gracious, is that Sprite on the cart? In fact it was. Not only was there Sprite, but there was Sprite Zero, too. I graciously asked for the Sprite. Day made. I have noticed international flights are the way to go. There is more leg room, complementary blankets and pillows,  dinner and snacks provided, and more soda options, such as the satisfying Sprite. Life is good and now I'm going to nap for 5 hours until my flight arrives to Barcelona at 9:30am.

Buenos noches,

RachRobes