So we caught a new flight; Number 66 to be exact. I'm enjoying the view a lot thought. The plane has nice well… peanuts. Haha. I have had a couple of dreams when I was young about falling out of planes. I typically have these dreams when I fell out of the bed. Man, what a childhood I had. I remember when I was young and everything came free and I didn't care about girls and how I appeared. Heck, I would even be happy to see the kids that would bully me. I'd give them a handshake with no shutters. But now that I'm thirty-two years old, life's not promising anymore. And if time travel is possible I probably have no chance of seeing it in my entire life. But oh well. I should appreciate the fact that I was born in the United States and that I can even afford this trip. Now I gotta get off the plane and it's midnight. When I get on the bus to the resort I hope that everything is double what I expect it to be. Brochures aren't always so bona fide as they make the places seem.