We landed in Moscow and I was thinking what the heck are we going to do here for 7 hours when we all just slept on the plane? Lucky for us, even after having to take her out of the Ergo to go through security in Moscow, as soon as I put Veena in the stroller she went back to sleep. The kids literally slept almost the entire layover. We had them between us. We both dozed on and off as well.
Before no time, we were boarding our flight to home!
We got on the last leg of our flight. I didn't notice any suspicious passengers this time luckily. We got seats together, the kids and Daniel were all set with their special meals and we were going home! Seemed like smooth sailing from here on out!
There was a lady sitting next to me (across the aisle) that kept trying to talk to me in Russian and tell me what to do whenever Veena seemed upset. But, whatever. I just nodded. I felt like it was my dad channeling himself through this Russian lady from San Francisco. There was also Veena who wanted to kick the seat and put the tray up and down, probably annoying the passengers in front of us. But, hey, not bad right? And it was pretty good, until about 6 hours into a 12 hour flight when an elderly, Russian speaking passenger, decided that he wanted out. He was done being on the plane. Things got a little crazy as he tried to maneuver his way to an exit. He was sitting a few rows behind us, but at one point was trying to get in my aisle. I put my hand out because I had just gotten Veena to sleep and I wasn't about to have anyone wake her up. He said something in Russian and then that lady sitting next to me got up and started talking loudly in Russian. The only word I could understand was "baby." Luckily he left me alone. Somehow he made it across the way to Daniel's side and the dude tried to climb over him! The flight attendants were trying to calm him down. The lady next to me offered the flight attendant to give the guy some pills she had in her purse. Luckily instead, the flight attendant asked for a doctor. Apparently the man needed to take some of his own meds and the doctor helped him take them. He also needed oxygen. I was hoping we wouldn't have to make an emergency landing because I just wanted to get home!
The guy settled down for the most part after the doctor helped him. Sariah needed to go to the bathroom so instead of going past that passenger who was surrounded by flight attendants, I decided to go up and over the center aisle since it had the most space. There were two dudes that had their legs up and seemed annoyed that we were walking past. They were guys that I had seen helping the crazy passenger; I assumed they knew him. Anyways, after Sariah was done we had to make our way back to our seats. We went the way we came since it seemed like the best option. Well, this time one of the guys said really rudely, "ok go! This is not an aisle!" when he had to put his legs down. I was so annoyed by him that I responded rudely back. I think I may have more than muttered the words "Asshole" but I won't go on record saying I did for sure.
The rest of the flight was pretty uneventful. About 2 hours before landing the guy tried to get off the plane again, but he was quickly quieted down.
We finally landed. Its pretty neat because on the tv screen in front of you, you can see the plane's actual take off and landing. The landing was sooooo smooth, we barely felt it. A few passengers started clapping (me included). It really was an awesome landing.
We all got up quickly because we all wanted to exit the plane, but found out that we would have to wait because the crazy passenger was going to be escorted off. He was already trying to make his way out and somehow ended up trying to climb over Daniel again! The fire men came on board and started asking the man traveling with the guy for information. They were finally speaking in English so we knew what was going on. Apparently the guy that seemed to be traveling with this man had just met him this morning when the man's son ask him to escort his elderly father onto the plane. The son made no mention of the guy's apparent dementia, the fact that he was blind or that he had cardiac problems. The fire department took the man and we were finally let off the plane.
When we went through customs and the agent said, "welcome home" it was like music to my ears.
The agent was actually quite funny. He asked me what I did for work and I said, "Im a Marriage & Family Therapist." He said, "oh thats tough work." Then he asked what Daniel does for work. When Daniel told him he was a mechanic, the guy said, "Whoa, thats tough work. Its hard work. Its the type of job where you really take your work home with you. You think about stuff all night long. You never get a break from it." At first I thought the guy was kidding.. you know, because with therapy work you really do take your work home. And I had just told him I was a therapist. But, straight up guys... he was serious! He used to be a mechanic and was speaking from personal experience!
We collected our stuff and waited for our shuttle to the car parking place. While we were waiting we witnessed an accident. This lady ran into the car of a taxi driver that was loading people's bags. The lady started saying it was the taxi driver's fault and appeared to be very distraught. She took pictures of his door and his plates and then she quickly got into her car and drove off! The poor taxi driver couldn't even close the driver side door!
Anyways, we got our car and headed home. It was close to rush hour in LA by this point (4pm) and we did hit some traffic. I drove for about an hr then turned the wheel over to Daniel because I was way too tired to be driving. We got home about 7 pm.
My dad had pizza waiting for us. I unpacked the suitcases, put a load of laundry in the wash and then took Veena to urgent care.
Oh yeah, Veena. In the morning she woke up with red eyes. It decreased during the day, but by the time we were home one was still reddish. To be on the safe side, I took her to urgent care. The doctor diagnosed her with Pink Eye without even shining a light on her eyes. I then had to give her eye drops for the next 7 days. A few day after stopping the meds, the red eye reappeared for one day. I emailed our regular doctor and what she said made more sense... it was probably allergy eyes and to use saline drops. Makes sense! I knew Veena didn't have pink eye... there was no discharge, no crust, and none of us got it, even though we had been in really close proximity to her. But, who was I to argue with the doctor! Next time, Ill know better.
I was so, so, so, SO thankful that the kids were super healthy the entire trip. We had no illness, no injuries, no accidents. I felt incredible lucky.
It was an amazing trip and I feel so blessed that we had the opportunity to experience Italy as a family.
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