I'm one of those weird people who LOVES flying (as long as I am childless en flight). I chalk it up to being extremely lazy at heart. 17 hours of uninterrupted reading, movie and nap time with an incredible view and people bringing me food? Yes please. Having a bladder of steal doesn't hurt either (My poor husband has to get up all the time - at least I get the window & he gets the isle, just like we want). I could have stayed in Portland longer, but I started missing my babies. Everything started reminding me of them. Not to mention the GIANT tinkerbell on the side of our plane, Wendy would have LOVED that.