The wooden rocking chairs at Spokane International Airport must have good karma (and how often do you see comfy rocking chairs around airports?), because our trip continued as it had started while we were sitting, waiting and rocking: relaxing and uneventful, which is exactly how I like my air travel, especially on 22-hour-long journeys. No turbulence, no delays, no long layovers, no hang-ups at security, no lost luggage, no seats scattered around the various aircraft - we always sat together. Even the plane food was tolerable.
I'd brought a little knitting project along with me, and though I had hours of uneventful air travel to knit in, somehow my heart wasn't really in it, and I proceeded very slowly. We were somewhere above Greenland, when I stretched my knitting out in front of me, and noticed that I'd barely made a dent in my project. Just then I heard a little voice comment, "It's so beautiful!".
It came from a 10/12 year old girl sitting across the aisle ahead of me. She'd been turning around from time to time, away from the movies and games she was playing on her screen, to watch me. "I'm going to learn to knit too!", she continued. And hours later, over a different continent, as we flew passed Lake Como, descending towards Milan, I still wasn't much further along, but the enthusiasm of that girl, and her desire to learn to knit from having seen me, was the unexpected occurrence that made the trip an exciting event.