Journey Home
Currently in Amsterdam, leaned forward with my head on my backpack so the room will stop swaying. Not sure if it was the long flight, the turbulence, the lack of sleep, or a combination of everything.
The flight wasn't too bad; I was expecting the worse from what Pedro told me. We got dinner soon after we were in the air. I noticed some people drinking wine with their food. How fancy. I saw mini bottles of Jack Daniel's next to the mini Cokes and said screw it. I asked how much and the flight attendant just shook her head. I thought she was me telling no, but then she said 'nothing' and popped it in my hand. Why didn't he tell me alcohol was free?? After that I fell asleep. Not for too long though. I woke up to the realization that I was surrounded by babies. One two rows ahead and one behind and to the right. They were not happy, poor things. My noise canceling headphones were no match for their lung capacity. As soon as they'd settle, another scream would rip from their body. In fact, I think I hear them again sitting at my gate.
Customs was a breeze, they looked at my paperwork and moved me along. Now waiting at the gate for a bus to take me to the plane.
I ended up losing Wi-Fi in the airport, which sucked since my flight was delayed on the tarmac. The pilot kept updating us on the progress, but it became multiple issues. First, it took 3 buses to bring all the passengers to the plane. Then, she announces they were a bit short staffed, so getting all the luggage on the plane was taking a bit longer. But what took the most time was when they got word that some passengers never made it to the gate, but their luggage was already loaded on the plane. The pilot said for safety reasons, they need to locate and remove their luggage and then we'd be on our way. Of course, the luggage was deep in the cargo hold, everyone watched almost all the luggage being unloaded and reloaded to find these bags. We started taxiing an hour after our scheduled departure. Luckily I fell asleep shortly after the snack carts. However I woke up to the rough seas type of turbulence that had me eyeing the sickness bag. Luckily I made it through landing without loosing my fruit snack.
Once we landed, we were swiftly herded through border patrol and baggage. Exiting the airport, I knew from Pedro that there was order to the taxis. It's not like in America were you just jump in the first one you see; there's a queue and it was all very orderly. The driver knew from my address that I must be associated with the vet school. He said there are three major international universities in Glasgow, and everyone pretty much lives near their school. He also told me the first lesson to the Scottish accent is it's not 'yes', it's 'aye'. Aye, it is.
Seeing Pedro again is unreal. Being in a foreign country is unreal. But it's all very exciting, with so many adventures ahead.
The flight wasn't too bad; I was expecting the worse from what Pedro told me. We got dinner soon after we were in the air. I noticed some people drinking wine with their food. How fancy. I saw mini bottles of Jack Daniel's next to the mini Cokes and said screw it. I asked how much and the flight attendant just shook her head. I thought she was me telling no, but then she said 'nothing' and popped it in my hand. Why didn't he tell me alcohol was free?? After that I fell asleep. Not for too long though. I woke up to the realization that I was surrounded by babies. One two rows ahead and one behind and to the right. They were not happy, poor things. My noise canceling headphones were no match for their lung capacity. As soon as they'd settle, another scream would rip from their body. In fact, I think I hear them again sitting at my gate.
Customs was a breeze, they looked at my paperwork and moved me along. Now waiting at the gate for a bus to take me to the plane.
I ended up losing Wi-Fi in the airport, which sucked since my flight was delayed on the tarmac. The pilot kept updating us on the progress, but it became multiple issues. First, it took 3 buses to bring all the passengers to the plane. Then, she announces they were a bit short staffed, so getting all the luggage on the plane was taking a bit longer. But what took the most time was when they got word that some passengers never made it to the gate, but their luggage was already loaded on the plane. The pilot said for safety reasons, they need to locate and remove their luggage and then we'd be on our way. Of course, the luggage was deep in the cargo hold, everyone watched almost all the luggage being unloaded and reloaded to find these bags. We started taxiing an hour after our scheduled departure. Luckily I fell asleep shortly after the snack carts. However I woke up to the rough seas type of turbulence that had me eyeing the sickness bag. Luckily I made it through landing without loosing my fruit snack.
Once we landed, we were swiftly herded through border patrol and baggage. Exiting the airport, I knew from Pedro that there was order to the taxis. It's not like in America were you just jump in the first one you see; there's a queue and it was all very orderly. The driver knew from my address that I must be associated with the vet school. He said there are three major international universities in Glasgow, and everyone pretty much lives near their school. He also told me the first lesson to the Scottish accent is it's not 'yes', it's 'aye'. Aye, it is.
Seeing Pedro again is unreal. Being in a foreign country is unreal. But it's all very exciting, with so many adventures ahead.