I'm back for the third in my thrilling Crying High series. Truth be told I've missed a number of blog worthy flights, including taking my two all the way to Australia and back!! One day I'll find the strength to write about that particular adventure but today it's just another London - Lanzarote mini adventure.
Getting there:
For some reason easyJet likes to kick off your holiday with ungodly flight departure times like our 6am flight out of Gatwick. A little while back we cottoned on to the fact that a night at the airport Premier Inn hotel will set you back about as much as a cab fare to the airport at 3am and that it's a hell of a lot more relaxing. Please do this if you have a 6am flight! If nothing else, give yourself this luxury!
After strolling across to the airport at ungodly hour, we had an easy time checking in and getting on board. We foolishly decided to travel without a stroller though and that meant dragging 3 year old by the hand through to the gate when our slowly caffeine absorbing bodies were still getting into gear.
We had some awful people in front of us on the plane who glared and tutted at every ear piercing scream our 17 month old made and every kick to the back of their chair our 3 year old gifted. They were especially thrilled when our bottle of water slightly showered them after take off but all in all it was a good flight, confirmed by the lady behind us who informed us she barely heard a peep out of the kids - phew! That's the glory of a 6am flight if you play your cards right and tire out the kids in the play area pre-flight, they are so sleep deprived and exhausted, they crash out for the flight - win!
Coming home:
Awful. Never want to fly again. I'm here to tell you that no matter how many flights your kids have been on, every now and then they will turn into those kids that people will still be complaining about the next time they go to book a flight! There is just nothing you can do to change that. Our 3 year old loudly lamented the fact he was no longer with his cousin and abuelos the entire way through security, check-in and the flight...only pausing to occasionally watch some pre-downloaded Netflix...which also produced more noise because Mami didn't remember to pack the kid headphones or to download the show she's never heard of before! Our 17 month old has a scream, a high pitched, cover your ears scream that makes you want to punch a wall..or crawl into a hole. She used it, frequently...thankfully she crashed out for two of the four hours but she put in her best effort to make up for lost time when she was awake.
Sometimes, you are THAT family. And so we vow to never travel again...but of course we already have tickets to Belgium in October...stand by for Crying High - Eurostar edition!!
Getting there:
For some reason easyJet likes to kick off your holiday with ungodly flight departure times like our 6am flight out of Gatwick. A little while back we cottoned on to the fact that a night at the airport Premier Inn hotel will set you back about as much as a cab fare to the airport at 3am and that it's a hell of a lot more relaxing. Please do this if you have a 6am flight! If nothing else, give yourself this luxury!
After strolling across to the airport at ungodly hour, we had an easy time checking in and getting on board. We foolishly decided to travel without a stroller though and that meant dragging 3 year old by the hand through to the gate when our slowly caffeine absorbing bodies were still getting into gear.
We had some awful people in front of us on the plane who glared and tutted at every ear piercing scream our 17 month old made and every kick to the back of their chair our 3 year old gifted. They were especially thrilled when our bottle of water slightly showered them after take off but all in all it was a good flight, confirmed by the lady behind us who informed us she barely heard a peep out of the kids - phew! That's the glory of a 6am flight if you play your cards right and tire out the kids in the play area pre-flight, they are so sleep deprived and exhausted, they crash out for the flight - win!
Coming home:
Awful. Never want to fly again. I'm here to tell you that no matter how many flights your kids have been on, every now and then they will turn into those kids that people will still be complaining about the next time they go to book a flight! There is just nothing you can do to change that. Our 3 year old loudly lamented the fact he was no longer with his cousin and abuelos the entire way through security, check-in and the flight...only pausing to occasionally watch some pre-downloaded Netflix...which also produced more noise because Mami didn't remember to pack the kid headphones or to download the show she's never heard of before! Our 17 month old has a scream, a high pitched, cover your ears scream that makes you want to punch a wall..or crawl into a hole. She used it, frequently...thankfully she crashed out for two of the four hours but she put in her best effort to make up for lost time when she was awake.
Sometimes, you are THAT family. And so we vow to never travel again...but of course we already have tickets to Belgium in October...stand by for Crying High - Eurostar edition!!
