Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Six Hours on Our Hands

So, what do college students do when airline schedules force them to get up at the crack of dawn, scramble on to a bus, fly to one of the busiest and largest airports in the world… and then WAIT?

They do yoga.

And they find the closest In and Out Burger joint (a mere half mile away, more than reasonable by safari standards), they post pictures to all their friends, they take in the cultures and languages that are part of the daily fabric of the Tom Bradley International Terminal at LAX.

I write this now from Auckland – hours and hours of quiet flying over the long expanse of the Pacific Ocean.  After traveling around the cabin toward the end of the flight, it appears that just about everyone got a good chunk of sleep.

I'm really impressed with the stamina of our students!  They were upbeat and energetic as we landed in Auckland – maybe getting even more sleep than they did at Notre Dame (and that's saying a lot).

Just for the fun of it, here's a map of what happens as we make our way toward Melbourne in about 90 minutes....

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