Back in the Dell
It has been one week since I flew home from Paris...and it feels like I never even left for Europe. Our trip ended in Switzerland with hiking and bikes in the Swiss Alps, it was a perfect place to end the trip. Mountains and lakes to just chill out after an exhausting month of traveling. We stayed in Paris for one more night and indulged in all the French food and sites one more time. I got a Nutella banana crepe, a Gyro banquette, and Alberto's ice cream! Patrick and I had to go to the FIAP one more time to get our luggage, and taking the metro to Glaciere was like dejavu...as we were getting off the metro we saw a group of college kids get on all dressed and ready to explore Paris's nightlife. It felt like i was in one of those movies where 10 years had passed and i was older and wiser looking at these kids having the time of their lives and me sitting back thinking "kids, i was there once. " Later that night we walked along the Seine and I finally got to see the Paris beach that i read about. In the end of July the city of Paris brings in sand and makes a beach for all the Parisians to enjoy. I got to see the Eiffel sparkle one more time, and it was off to bed because we had a flight to catch....
well hmpf not so, get to the airport and we are told “your flight has been cancelled due to mechanical difficulties, please go to the ticket office.” Are you serious!? We wait in line to be greeted by a bald skinny Parisian who decided to be very rude. He told us that I was to stay in Paris tonight and Patrick was to fly to Glasgow, Scotland and spend the night there. It really wasn’t a big deal to get separated but for some reason, I guess being stressed out and just ready to go home, tears started to form in my eyes. I had been with my friend for 2 months and now we have to be separate?! And I was just so confused, what mechanical Problems! Where am I staying, where is Patrick staying, what am I going to eat!? We have to be separated?! I managed to keep the tears in and not start hysterically crying, although maybe that would of made the man give us more euros for our lunch voucher. So I said goodbye to Patrick and said we would meet in Chicago to catch the flight to NO, and I took a shuttle bus to the Hilton. The Hilton was very nice and it did help with the traumatic day…the bubbles in the tub soothed my mind and the bed was so big and soft! Dinner was to be served at 7:30 and a group of very nice people saved me a seat at their table, because they didn’t want me to eat alone. Everyone felt so bad that I had to get separated from my friend and oh how awful American Airlines was to do such a thing. I kept thinking wow this Fruit dessert with all these fresh strawberries is so tasty, I wonder if I can get another one!
The next morning well (july 26th) I met Dan and Nancy in the lobby. They were the only people who had the same flight as me, so they decided at dinner that they were going to take care of me and make sure I got home. Mr. Dan is a very experienced American Airline customer…it was very nice to sit back and pretend I was their kid. We flew from Paris to London, London to Chicago, and then to New Orleans. While we were waiting in the London airport I got to go into the Admirals Lounge…those VIP frequent flyer rooms where you always wonder what are behind those doors. Well Dan and Nancy had tons of miles so since I was “flying with them” I got to finally see what a real Lounge was like. HUGE chairs, free food, and places to take a little nap….it was like walking into a third matrix of the airport. It was time to board the plane and well I didn’t have a seat number on my boarding pass…I was thinking it was because I technically wasn’t suppose to be on the flight and if no one cancels and everyone shows up I was going to have to stay in LONDON. I did get a seat…in BUISNESS CLASS…I sit down in this huge leather chair and a beautiful blonde comes up to me and says “orange juice or champagne?” I probably annoyed all the rich people in business class because I was giggling and smiling the whole time, I got my own tv, they had teeth whitening gum, soft blankets, and pillows that were cushier then mine at home. All in all American Airlines totally made up for the cancelled flight and well if they offer me Business class all the time I will fly with American for my future traveling needs.
At first I was so glad to be home…the easiness of America is so comforting. To just hope in my car and drive somewhere is such a blessing. To sleep in MY bed in My room with real AC was amazing. And to see my family and friends and know I had people who cared about me and really missed me, that’s always a nice feeling. But now im slowly starting to miss Europe, as I look at all my pictures I realize all that I did. Everything that I saw and how wonderful the whole experience was. The little outside markets and all the fresh smells, the laid back feel of just strolling on a random street in some far away country, to see new things and hear so many languages. I can’t believe I got to do it all and go to all the neat places …I just hope that I can do it again and see more beautiful foreign places… but ill probably have to win the lottery to afford another trip…