We’ve had a relaxing holiday, mostly chilling by the pool and eating. We think Oscar loved it. Everyone we met loved meeting Oscar. Apparently his name is very Spanish. Swimming was good fun.
We’re on the flight home (actually we’ll have landed by the time this post posts). Out the window is the moon; it’s the bright spot in the picture. Caroline saw how low it looks and asked if we’re flying as high as the moon?
We found out how high we are (38000 ft) and worked out that that’s about one 33000th of the way there. So, nearly.
Heh, well is it that dumb of a question actually? If the moon were low enough in the sky 38000ft of elevation could significantly change its position, right? Like you can see the sun set twice if you go to the top of a tall building after watching it set at the bottom…