fuckit, I have time, so I got my pictures uploaded now... although this might take a while
the story begins in Stockholm, where the plane was leaving from. Cold weather, not so suprising what with it being about 4am in the morning. And off we started.
Ryanair flights are always cramped, so comfortability, let alone sleep, was out of the question. Although, since, this being a trip with the family, including nephews of young age, this meant priority boarding, so I snagged myself a window seat. No sleep, just sitting around trying to become tired somehow.
Alps!
vroom vroom vroom, didn't take any more pictures for a while, just tried to get some sleep on the plane. Then, landing!
snagged a picture of the first sight of how the weather looked outside, plus a big italian dude that did nothing else but toss our precious baggage.
more pics in a few