So, I'm pretty new at this whole blog thing. And like I said I kind of hate it. But I would appreciate any feedback on what exactly people want. I'll just keep telling random stories and you can tell me, "Stop with the airplanes, Jill. When are you gonna get to the fun stuff like getting dropped off in the middle of the city by yourself?" And I can say soon.
So, the last chapter of the airplane story, as promised. The plane is getting ready to touch down in Amsterdam. My flight to Athens has already started boarding. Actually, it's almost finished boarding. I've gone through every scenario in my head. And the one I'm most excited about is finding a ticket agent and getting right back on a flight to Kentucky. I can't do it anymore. I can't take another delay, I can't get rerouted, and the family was supposed to meet me at the airport at 10:30, I was already set to arrive there at least 3 hours late without any way of contacting them. And what would happen if they assumed I wasn't coming and left? I didn't have any money. I didn't know anyone. Or any Greek. Yeah, I get myself into some stupid situations.
So the plane landed in Amsterdam, and the very nice lady who I had been sitting next to was extremely concerned for me. She was going to a business convention in Switzerland, but had given herself the day to stop off in Amsterdam and see the sights. And worst case scenario I figured I could join her for the day and try to enjoy myself a little. Heck, I may be living here if there's no way to get back. How bad could Amsterdam be?
I had given up running through the airport, I figured at this point in time all hope was lost and we found the nearest information desk. A nice blonde women listened as I explained my plane as boarding and I wasn't really sure what to do. I must have seemed a little too calm, accepting of my fate, because she started freaking out, "Run!!!! You must run!!!!"
"What? I can still make it?!" (Crap)
"Yes!!! But you must run!! The fast line! Go into the fast line at the left!!!"
So, I was still going to Greece apparently. And I wasn't too thrilled. i quickly said goodbye to my friend and took off for the left fast line through customs.
This so-called fast line was barely moving any faster. And after waiting for 15 minutes, I noticed a little game everyone was playing. As an attendant walked by you shoved your boarding pass in the air and screamed what time you were supposed to be boarding.
I was still hoping God would pull through on our bargain and that plane would be long gone. But I had to try, so I shoved my boarding pass in the air and started screaming, "9:30!!"
The woman grabbed me and a few other people and dragged us to the front of the line.
I went through security, and then took off running through the Amsterdam airport, a giant bag slung over my shoulders.
15 minutes later I arrived at the gate sweating and wheezing, and the agent took my pass, "Oh, we are almost departing."
Well thank you. I had been sauntering through the airport thinking I had plenty of time.
So I sat down on the tiny plane in what was apparently Amsterdamian first class. Which meant the flight attendant pulled a curtain closed behind our row and offered us chocolates from a box. To each his own I guess.
I spent the three hour flight staring out the window, and wondering how this could end well. I'm a big believer in the universe giving you signs. And the past 24 hours had been filled with big neon ones screaming, "DO NOT GO TO GREECE!!"
But here I was, grabbing my bags, and getting on the shuttle that would take me to the Athens airport. I wasn't sure if there would be anyone there to pick me up. I was pretty sure my luggage wouldn't be there to greet me. I was just trying to come up with some sort of plan to get back home. This was all wrong.
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