Two days in and no closer than Newark
So here we were, 36 hours after we checked in with United in Kansas City, MO, and officially launched the Fjørdgasm: In Newark, New Jersey, still a good 20 hours away from landing in Oslo. A day at Newark Liberty with a not-quite-two-year-old was not part of the plan, damnit, but United Airlines and this mess of an airport had other plans. Mia, despite having apparently decided sleep is overrated, has been delighted and a delight, though; I'm starting to think she thrives on this, and maybe we should spend more time in airports. She likes airplanes. But let me tell you what happened … Dry-eraser coloring book, one of several life savers Traci bought for us. Traci rocks. Mia, Lilie, Emma, and I had been at Newark Liberty since 10:30 in the morning, when we landed from Kansas City on the flight that was supposed to be there yesterday, 18 hours earlier, in time for us to get on our non-stop flight to Oslo. Instead of getting happily whisked off directl...