A Move Like No Other - Part 2

Friday morning we finally FINALLY got word that our tickets had been approved! It was well worth the wait too because, due to the fact that I'm carrying this big ole baby in my belly, we both got to fly first class.

It was a beautiful cool, clear, morning and I took a picture out the window feeling a little nostalgic that this would be our last morning in Texas for a while. The hotel is so close to our house you could probably zoom in and see the top of our roof!

One of the biggest lessons we have learned about international travel is to never fly hungry. It's hard in all the rushing around and preparations to continue eating regular meals but experiencing "hangry" (angry hunger) in a foreign airport is the WORST experience ever (not to mention it probably was the cause of us missing our flight in February from Frankfurt to DFW...but I digress.)

So to keep the "hangry" at bay we headed down to the Denton square for one last hurrah and some brunch at the Chestnut Tree Teahouse. If you're ever in Little D I highly recommend it!

I'm gonna miss this funky little town!

Then, it was off to the airport to get the boys checked it. To say that we were stressed about them flying was a massive understatement. We hired an international pet re-locator help us with moving them (worth every penny) and she met us at the Lufthansa gate to help us check them in.

Blitz seemed anxious but was surprisingly calm.

Bailey calm?! Yeah...that wasn't going to happen!

They went through doggy security and then to a special pet holding area until it was time to load them onto the plane.

We went through security and then to a special people holding area called the Lufthansa First Class Lounge until it was time for us to board the plane. Arthur took advantage of the free booze.

I took advantage of the free ginger ale and cranberry juice and grumbled about not being able to take advantage of the free booze.

We boarded the plane around 5pm and settled into our first class seats, pretending that it was no big deal that four-fifths of the plane had to walk past us to get to coach...HA! Yeah, we totally fly like this all the time. Why yes, you can take my coat. Why yes, we'd love a bottle of wine and a steaming hot towel that smells of lemongrass and lavender.

Then we took a selfie...something no self-respecting regular first-class flyer would ever do and our cover was blown for the rest of the flight!

But I didn't notice because I was too busy ordering off the 5 course menu...

...and enjoying my cushiony seat! That seat laid down completely flat folks...I think I heard angels singing as I drifted off to sleep.

The rest of the travel was a bit of a blur. In Frankfurt, we walked through the underground, fun-house tunnel of delirium to change terminals.

Pictures just do not do the weirdness of the tunnel justice. It's lit with miles of LED lights that fade from blue to purple, green, pink, and yellow.

Kinda makes you feel like you're losing your mind...if you haven't lost it due to jet-lag already.

Then hours, days, weeks, (who knows) later we finally landed in Stavanger. We watched them unload the boys off the plane.

We picked them up in baggage claim and (per usual in Stavanger) there was no one at customs to scowl at our one-way tickets or check our dog's meticulously prepared paperwork. So we hopped in a taxi and headed to our new home! Arthur picked up some salad and pizza while I showered.

The dogs settled in...

Then we all passed out for the next 15 hours :)