On our flight back from Montana, we had a layover in Atlanta (thank you Delta). We both remarked that we hadn’t been to this airport in ages. I don’t think I’d been there since we moved away from Georgia in 2004.

Strangely, our one-hour flight into Raleigh left from the international terminal. Eric was a little grumpy about passing gates for flights to Gatwick/London, Tel Aviv, and Buenos Aries while we were only flying home to North Carolina. Hmm, I think they would probably notice if we tried to sneak onto a more exotic flight.