We are finally home. I see we, as in me and my guitar. I am slightly jet lagged to be honest but I'm trying to trick myself into being totally fine. My guitar is fine. As beautiful as ever. Here I am, with a large cup of the strongest coffee we have (we, me and my dad, not my guitar..) with the intent of telling you about my travels.
My grandparents and I left early which ended up being a great choice. My original flight from Newark to Detroit was delayed a half hour which would have meant missing my connection to Paris so I spent half an hour with the nice Delta guy picking another flight. He put me on the flight to Amsterdam that left around the same time. "You'll have an hour and a half between flights," GREAT! So I took my little "computer bag" (filled with everything I could fit into it. Thank you Lodinatt, I've yet to find a better bag that fits a computer and a camera with two lenses! believe it, people. Oh and little compared to the giant italian leather travel bag I usually take with me) and my guitar and I was on my way. Early since I know lines in US airports are the worst. While I thought I couldn't be dressed more appropriately for the airport (simple outfit, comfortable, easy) apparently the little dots on my shirt confused the new TSA machine they put you through. Oh well, I just smiled at the lady because I know TSA people aren't very liked. Found my gate, sat down, waited and tried not to think about the guitar on the plane - didn't really want them to gate check it. Finally got on... hallelujah! Nice lady says I can put my guitar in the closet with all their coats! No more worries. I took some valerian and some calming stuff and survived take off - no tears! I couldn't believe how small the space between two seats was. I am so small, and still had no space to move around my legs. No individual tv either.. kind of bummed, but I could live with it. I listened to music non stop, the latest This American Life podcast, then slept a tiny bit , and ate (again, a tiny bit). Oh, that's all after the two hour delay. Oh yes yes, my friends. As I keep telling my parents, put me on direct flights because my flights are always always always delayed. Always. It's okay though, they were super quick to book everyone on their next flight to wherever. Amsterdam-Paris? Flights every hour or two! The flight to Paris was only delayed twenty minutes (still counts) but it went by quickly and I loved that my guitar fit in the overhead compartment. Went to baggage claim, got my suitcase. Saw my dad running on the other side of the glass wall between the baggage claim world and the real world. Started running too until my guitar got stuck between the doors haha. All those people looking for their loved ones to arrive and they see this idiot who can't even get through the door.
And now I'm home. Bonjour, Paris!
My grandparents and I left early which ended up being a great choice. My original flight from Newark to Detroit was delayed a half hour which would have meant missing my connection to Paris so I spent half an hour with the nice Delta guy picking another flight. He put me on the flight to Amsterdam that left around the same time. "You'll have an hour and a half between flights," GREAT! So I took my little "computer bag" (filled with everything I could fit into it. Thank you Lodinatt, I've yet to find a better bag that fits a computer and a camera with two lenses! believe it, people. Oh and little compared to the giant italian leather travel bag I usually take with me) and my guitar and I was on my way. Early since I know lines in US airports are the worst. While I thought I couldn't be dressed more appropriately for the airport (simple outfit, comfortable, easy) apparently the little dots on my shirt confused the new TSA machine they put you through. Oh well, I just smiled at the lady because I know TSA people aren't very liked. Found my gate, sat down, waited and tried not to think about the guitar on the plane - didn't really want them to gate check it. Finally got on... hallelujah! Nice lady says I can put my guitar in the closet with all their coats! No more worries. I took some valerian and some calming stuff and survived take off - no tears! I couldn't believe how small the space between two seats was. I am so small, and still had no space to move around my legs. No individual tv either.. kind of bummed, but I could live with it. I listened to music non stop, the latest This American Life podcast, then slept a tiny bit , and ate (again, a tiny bit). Oh, that's all after the two hour delay. Oh yes yes, my friends. As I keep telling my parents, put me on direct flights because my flights are always always always delayed. Always. It's okay though, they were super quick to book everyone on their next flight to wherever. Amsterdam-Paris? Flights every hour or two! The flight to Paris was only delayed twenty minutes (still counts) but it went by quickly and I loved that my guitar fit in the overhead compartment. Went to baggage claim, got my suitcase. Saw my dad running on the other side of the glass wall between the baggage claim world and the real world. Started running too until my guitar got stuck between the doors haha. All those people looking for their loved ones to arrive and they see this idiot who can't even get through the door.
And now I'm home. Bonjour, Paris!
2 comments:
Yeah, I'm glad to hear you got home safely and your guitar! What a hassle it seems to travel!!! Wow! I'm shocked. I want to go to Paris one day so I'll try to get a direct flight! =)
Can't wait to see your posts from Paris!
haha, funny post! I'm looking forward to your future Paris posts.
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