Thursday, April 28, 2011

Day 114: or The Day My Fabulous Vacation Ended

I was unable to print out my boarding pass or check in online for my flight. I’ve had the flight booked for months, and I was 95% sure nothing was wrong, but none the less I was slightly worried getting back to Paris would be an ordeal. My Dad’s flight was at noon and mine was at 2:00pm, so we took the Metro and arrived at the airport around 10:00am. I couldn’t even check in until 11:30, so we sat and had breakfast and said our goodbyes. These last 2 weeks went by unbelievably fast. I burned time until check in and then went to deal with any possible problems. While in line to check in, a girl told me that Expedia, who I also booked through, had a glitch in their system. Her April 24th flight home was changed to a May 24th flight. Immediately I was sure that was what happened to me and pulled out my email. No, I was safe. After that last bit of panic I was sure I was fine. And I was. Got rid of my bag and sat down to wait another 2 hours.

Everything went fine and I made it on the first leg of my journey. I ended up with a coveted empty middle seat and enjoyed my free beer. Got to love European airlines. The flight to Zurich was easy enough and the layover was short and without complications. On the flight to Paris, they showed a hidden camera show without any audio. For most of the flight, no one really watched because they were reading a book or on their computer. But when it came time to shut everything down for landing, you could hear more and more people laughing. It was beyond silly, but of course I laughed even harder than I should have due to the fact that I have a genetic disease that causes uncontrollable giggling.


I landed in Paris and made the familiar journey home. The train's were packed with travelers returning from Easter and spring vacations. The family arrived home just a couple of hours before I did so the Dad was able to pick me up from the airport. They were all jet lagged and were all asleep by 8:30pm. Now all I have to do is recover from my trip. 

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