My twin brother is currently flying across the Atlantic. I'm totally jealous; I love traveling.
This prompted me to take inventory on how many times I have flown across the Atlantic myself.
By my count, I have flown across the Atlantic thirty-two (32) times.
Now, a certain part of this was while working for the government some years back.
But the lion's share of it was compiled when, married to a Romanian-American for the last ten years, I traveled every summer to my spouse's country of origin.
I have never successfully fallen asleep while on a plane. It's probably the sheer excitement. Either way, when I go to Europe I am invariably looking out over pure blackness as we travel through the night. The return flight I guess is all a place of brightness, I don't look out because I know all I would see is blue ocean.
Godspeed, Kevin. Enjoy the trip...