Just another day on the Airplane (Flight story to Barcelona)

In the Vesce family, there is never a dull moment on airplanes. It is almost as if we are doomed with the high chance of being sandwiched between two people with seat belt extenders a.k.a. Marty's (I don't know why the Spanish call them Marty's, but I can speculate). Let me tell you what I do know... as soon as the stewardess laid her eyes on the two rhino's I was sandwiched between, I over heard her say to the other stewardess, "Necesitamos un Marty en un pasillo dos" (We are gonna need a Marty in row 2)

Long story short, I was able to defy science and become the width of piece of paper for two hours of my life.  Thank god I didn't eat anything before the flight!

When we were in a visible distance of Barcelona,  I was amazed by how excited the whole plane got. Though I was not able to move from my seat induced catatonic state, I was able to move my eyes and neck a little bit :).  One older women in the row in front of me was stoically looking out the window and gave herself the old "father, son, holy spirit" and then exclaimed in a slow amazed voice, "dios mio."  The lady in the front row across from me fogged up her window with hot breath and excitement. The fat man in my row looked like he was salivating while looking at the scenery, but it could've been the clouds' resemblance to marshmallows.  Meanwhile im reaching for the oxygen masks in the ceiling just to get a decent breath in.