JFK International Airport from the Plane:
Well, here we are in New York. Glancing out from the airplane window, you see the ocean surrounding an island. The Manhattan Island. I mean, it's not like you can actually see Ground Zero of the Twin Towers or anything, but the view was great! That is until the plane started curving. Makes your stomach jump. Well, we landed safely, although the whole time I felt like throwing up, and on top of it all I had a window seat! Once we landed we had to wait a while because, since we had so many people, we had to let everyone else off first. Moby and I went down the plane stairs and picked up our carry-on bags in the sixty-five degree weather. Then we had to drag them up the gangway stairs. Like twenty pounds!

The Terminal:
We stepped off the gangway into a shiny floored, glass walled room. Across the wall people were eating and drinking, chattering, the usual stuff. This airport was unique. I mean, how many airports serve oreos at the gate? Looking at the signs, I noticed we were in Terminal 3, which had Asian and US flights. We walked through the Terminal, looking for the way out, asking for directions. We got out to the parking garage. (Wouldn't this be useful in Charlotte?) We walked across the street to the "Great Glass Elevator" and climbed aboard to the 4th floor, the AirTrain, aka "Terminal Transportation." Nine or ten terminals. Three trains going around and around. We took the train to Terminal 7, talking to a lady who was meeting her boyfriend in Germany. That's weird. She met him on the Internet. Lol. We stepped off the train once we got to the right area, said bye to the "German" lady, and went down another "Great Glass Elevator."