Third Stop: Newark Airport

After eight hours of flying while a couple tried to calm their 47 babies right behind us we finally made it to Newark Airport. We were in America!

It took a while to get in though. They wanted us to stand in a long line of people who all were being interviewed it seemed. When it was finally our turn we found out it wasn't really an interview. All the guy said was: "Left hand, four fingers... Thumb... Right hand, four fingers... Thumb..." We had all our fingers so we were allowed in. 

Next was finding out how to get the train to Wilmington. Everything seems so complex in a different country, even when you speak the language. We walked up and down Terminal B until we found an ATM that worked. After that we got us something to eat. I ordered a small cola and I got a huge one. Yes, this is the place again. Everything is big here. I'll write more about that later.

We found an airtrain. Well, that's what they called it. It was on a monorail, not really floating in the air. It took us to our next stop.