Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Country roads...take me home

I finally arrived home in Savannah, GA last night. About 7:15 in the evening.
I was greeted joyously by my mother and my sister, who was hopping up and down and dancing and wiggling. My sister, mind you, is 5 years older than I am. I assure you, I'm an adult.

My flight was amazing actually. I never thought I would say such a thing.
First, the taxi driver was just how i want them: quiet.
Then at the airport, checking in was easy. I had 3 suitcases, I was figuring they would charge me for the 2 extra suitcases, which would have cost 200€. The lady says she's charging me for 20 kilo overweight, instead of thirty and tells me to go to the office right over there, they should be open soon.
I figure the office is open at like 5:30 so I take my receipt to pay for my luggage and wait.
The office doesn't open until 5:45 and there's a bunch of anxious flyers ready to go.
The little window opens at 5:45 with a bing and someone said a hail mary.
Then I was only charged 40€ which blew my mind.

I made it through security and got to my gate on time.
The flight itself was nice because I had a window seat and my row had 3 seats but the other person was a guy sitting in the aisle seat. He also put my carry on away in the overhead compartment. He was nice and it was a pleasant flight and dare I say I even napped a bit.

I got to Frankfurt and had enough time to get off the plane, go through security and then get to my gate. No ham and cheese sandwich for me, which is fine, because my flight from Frankfurt to Charlotte was fantastic as well.
Everyone was nice and cheerful and chatty and it made me more at ease. We even had a Missionary and his wife on the plane, totally felt safe then. :D
Also, on the flight, I had a window seat and my row was just two seats. The seats were narrow, but the woman sitting next to me had a husband on the other side of the plane. He brings her some wine and they ended up finding two seats for them to sit together.
I had the row to myself and slept happily.
The food also wasn't terrible. It was questionable of course. How on earth do they come up with these meal ideas? I was at a loss.
Chicken with mushroom risotto and some green beans: I get it, makes sense, tasty too.
Cold bean salad: what the fuck is this? I didn't even touch it. I already had green beans. This also had olives. Ew. It didn't make sense to me.
Dessert: Lemon poppy seed muffin. WHAT? How is this even a dessert?

Based on the compilation of the meal, I am quite sure they got the idea from what someone ate for lunch, someone's left overs, and someone eating a lemon poppy seed muffin RIGHTATTHATVERYMOMENT.

Thanks to my 3+ hour nap the flight went by quickly. The children on the plane were also well behaved. Just one fussy baby which was easily blocked out with my mp3 player.

Arrival in Charlotte, NC was the most amazing feeling. Of course I was completely dumbfounded I even made it there at all. At the airport the people were so nice and so cheerful.
I had to recheck in my luggage and the guy at the counter told me I looked fantastic and that I was working it. Definitely made my day. Everyone told me, "Welcome Home" which just made me feel better.
I cleaned up in the bathroom at the gate and waited to board my flight.
Everyone was so talkative and people were asking about my story.
The flight to Savannah was comfortable and spacious and the fantastic woman sitting told me, "I might have to hold your hand when we take off. Flying scares the shit out of me."
She clutched my hand with everything she had when the plane was taxi...ing(?) down the runway and to the point the plane was finally level.
She chatted with me and then she napped while I spaced out and enjoyed the most amazing sunset I have seen in years. The sky never gets that beautiful in Finland.

Once I got to Savannah everyone who spoke with me wished me the best and I even made a future potential customer for a haircut. Which is rad.

All my luggage made it safely home with me.
I ate some delicious Mexican food and had the best damned Margarita ever.
It's good to be back!

1 comment:

  1. YAY!!! I am sooo glad you made it back safely and without any bullshit!!

    And just so you know, if I was there, I would have been jumping up and down and would have even made you one of those horrid welcome back posters covered in glitter :)

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