Ahhh, but I always forget how unwieldy this big bread is in an airplane....
Once safely through customs, the loaf still needs to be lugged to the gate, and installed securely in the overhead bins above. Not an easy task, when the overhead bins above your particular seat are already full of “real” luggage. :)
After the usual barrage of “wow, that’s a big loaf of bread” commentary has been endured, some kind soul offers to take her purse dwn with her in the seat down below, so that I don’t have to travel with Big Rudy at my feet. The heavy loaf is lifted by another kind passenger into the now available space in the overhead bin, and I slide into my seat.
Big Rudy the Third is about to land, and will find his new owners/eaters tomorrow night, after spending the day with us in the kitchen at St Pete’s Harbour.