So I’ve decided to split yesterday and today, instead of making one big post, into two. One in the morning for yesterday, and one at night for today. Off we go into the adventures of day one!
We got to the airport at around 7:30 in the morning and got up to the terminal with the lady. They then told us that our flights had in fact been cancelled by the travel agency. That was kind of annoying? My dad then called my mother and she went into the travel agency to yell at them. Our flight was supposed to leave at 9:00am. We waited on the floor while my dad was on hold for two hours. He just hung up eventually. The travel agency fixed our flights, but we now weren’t leaving for our trip until 12:00pm.
Then we went through security. My dad got through fine, but I set off the alarm. My dad said I looked like I was about to pass out, which I probably was. Then they sent me back and insisted that I raise my shirt slightly to see if I was wearing a belt, even after I told them I wasn’t. Then I realized my watch is like 80% metal. Genius.
We finally got on the plane and I was sitting in the window seat with a french guy beside me. He had ZERO interest in talking, so I put on my headphones and we were off. Of course, only one ear plugged up on that stupid plane trip, and it didn’t pop until we hit a massive spot of turbulence and it sounded like someone set off a gun in my head.
The layover. I literally sat on the floor of an airport for almost two hours. In the same spot. For TWO. HOURS. It was terrible. But I did almost completely finish my book, so that was nice. There were also outlets where I was sitting so I could charge my phone, thank god. The layover was pretty boring, to be honest with you.
We got on the last plane, which was an hour and a half trip to our destination. This sucked. I sat down in my seat, then had to get up so an extremely large man could sit beside me. Another person sat on my other side. I was cramped between two old men, one who fell asleep with his arms out to his sides and the other who was absolutely dead silent aside from slurping his stupid coffee. Speaking of coffee, they gave me these stupid cookies that tasted like coffee, and they were absolutely disgusting. Especially with ginger ale. Ew. Then came the ears again. I felt like someone was stabbing me in the ear with a knitting needle for hours even after we landed. There were a couple huge pops until I could hear again, but it’s the day after the plane ride now and I still can’t hear properly.
Yesterday was a pretty big train wreck. Let’s see if today is any better, shall we?