Days 1 and 2
Everything is going to start blurring together really quickly pretty soon, so bear with me for just a little bit.
The flight from Kansas City went just fine, everything was on schedule, the people were really fun to listen to ("Your face always looks like that when things go awry"), and had a nice little chat with a older lady from Pennsylvania (who is going to Greece soon, Happy and safe travels!).
Arriving in Newark wasn't as bad as I remembered either. Everything was really well labeled, they gave me clear instructions on exactly where to go, and I arrived at the gate (after a quick potty break) early enough to jot down a few notes on my stickies. The international flight took off fine and they even verified my dietary preferences. I started watching Alice in Wonderland and was drifting off to sleep…….
And then I looked at the map that showed our progress, or in this case, our regress.
Now, anyone who really knows me, knows that I am horrible at directions. I am completely directionally challenged. However, I do know that when you are flying and they are showing you where you are going in green and where you have been in yellow, there should not be two yellow lines.
15 minutes later, I, and everyone else in the the plane, got an answer for that; we turned around and were on our way back to, you guessed it, Newark. Apparently there was some sort of computer problem and we wouldn't be able to fly the rest of the way. Here's the kicker; we were too heavy to land. So what do we do? We made a right turn! We actually flew in circles around Massachusetts for an hour and a half. When we finally landed, the nice German lady sitting next to me had a lot to say. Unfortunately, due to lack of conversing in German for the last 8 years, and her quiet voice, and the fact that she was talking 5 miles a minute, I could only pick out a few words. And I tried to go from there.
So why is this getting all blurred together? It's probably because I'm sitting here in the airport at 3:15 am typing this while the extremely long, single-filed line waiting for a hotel room is dwindling down to the last few people waiting to get their instructions on how to get their rooms. Oh that's right, I forgot to mention. They were just going to have us switch planes and be four hours late getting there, but then decided (for reasons they neglected to tell us) that they flight was going to be delayed until 9 a.m. Surprise!
While it may sound like I am, I really am not mad. I've done a little bit of traveling and have heard other people's horror stories about stuff like this happening, and I figure it was bound to happen to me eventually. At least the airline took the responsibility to say, "It's not safe for us to finish our scheduled journey, so we're going back." and once they realized it needed a little more attention, they made sure that they set up accommodations for everyone on board. I don't think I'm going to take advantage of it though, because I could probably get more sleep if I stay at the airport. While not as comfortable and relaxing, I am able to fall asleep in the most unlikely places. And I don't want to risk not hearing my alarm clock. Or having to wake up in three hours to make sure I can make the shuttle in time to still get through security.
So there's my trip so far, I'll give you guys the update shortly after this is posted since I have no internet while I'm typing this. Have a great night everyone!
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