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Europe - With My Mother

1.       Abu Dhabi – Not Even a Glimpse!

Rubbing the sleep from our weary eyes,
We set out for the airport at half past twelve,
An early morning flight it was, so taxing,
To find our energy we had to deeply delve!

It had been ages since we last went abroad,
‘Twas the first trip abroad for mom and me,
But excitement had drowned away our stress,
A memorable jaunt it was going to be!

Within a few hours we were airborne,
Relishing the pleasures of luxury travel,
Sleep had been long forgotten, yes sir,
As we waited for the adventure to unravel.

The aircraft cut through milky skies,
Crossing cities and countries as it flew,
We could see the dunes below in sun-kissed sand,
The sights of Abu Dhabi, as near it grew.

The wait there was for merely 3 hours,
Before we caught another plane to Paris,
Time flew by through several security checks,
It happened too fast to even steal a glance!

We made a mental note for our way back,
To see the entire airport at least,
For then we had to halt for 7 hours there,
Leaving plenty of time for a visual feast.

The flight to Paris was filled with opulence,
We were treated like royalty, with cake and wine,
We caught up on some much needed sleep,
So that out of sleeplessness we would not whine!

The vistas of Paris greeted us with cold showers,
We were caught unawares by the teeming rains,
But the excitement of being in Europe had covered us up,
We were unperturbed by such puny banes!

The day ended with a saffron sky,
Night had still not fallen in here,
Euro-trip had just begun with this breathtaking view,
A plunge in mirth was very much near!

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