The Bacholorette

Entering the plane from Altanta to Barcelona, I readied my self for the usual attempt at sleep. The new sleep pillow yet to be tried, as was a different headset. Sitting on the aisle of the center group I thought I would be set for a quiet overnight flight.

Then they arrived on the other end of the seats. Filling two rows with me at the end. Seven boisterous 20 somethings of Indian ladies on their way to celebrate the bacholorette Alishia, who I was lucky to sit next to. In usual fashion I befriended Alisia and was was added into the celebration. There may have been drinking, drinking card games, laughter, more drinking of little bottles of Bombay Saphire Gin, and then the eventual requests to be a little quieter.  

These ladies are from all around the southern US but first generation Americans from an area in India called Gujarat. An area I visited a few years ago and must return to. Eventually the drinks emptied and were not replenished. They went off to sleep and I resigned myself to go back to my unsuccessful attempts to sleep. 

In Barcelona I said good bye to this lovely group of ladies as they started 8 days of fun and I started my Europe adventure.