Because it wouldn't be a travelogue without random travel stories...

I love traveling with my sister. Not only does she help carry a lot of the stuff or store things in the overhead compartment (a godsend to me, with my petite size and lack of upper-body strength), but we do a lot of random things in our crazy, sleep-deprived state. Here are some of the things we did:

(1) Did a little dance in our seats when the food arrived (of course, as you can see in my post below, the dance was not totally justified...).

(2) Complained about the breakfast burrito using very descriptive language (she described it as looking like a bloody, rolled-up towel; see below for my description).

(3) Did a “wave” (like they do at sports games) when our last piece of luggage FINALLY showed up after 30-40 minutes of waiting in the luggage carousel.

(4) Wondered why there were so many white people on the plane to the Philippines (normally there are very few or none at all—if ever they are, they’re usually married to a Filipino, and the ones on the plane were not).

(5) Clapped when the plane landed, and talked about whether or not we thought that people on the plane would start singing “Manila, Manila” (sadly, they didn’t).