And I'm back...
...But not without a super last minute escapade that's worth posting about here.
I wake up at 5am on a rainy Wednesday morning in Berlin, ready to make the journey back to Rome to catch my flight to Newark on Continental. We get to the airport around 6:45am, and my flight isn't on the departures board. And just to let you know, if your flight isn't on the departures board, you might wanna run straight to the airport lavatories instead of shiting yourself right then and there because that is one hell of a really bad sign. Ends up it left at 6am. Really, really, really big oops on my part.
But somehow, even with having missed my flight, I ended up getting home 2 hours earlier than expected. (How cool is that, seriously?)
Let me explain: So yes, I missed the flight from Berlin to Rome completely and quickly begin to permit a full-on panic attack to rush over my entire being for a whole minute before gaining some sanity back. Regaining about 30% composure and 0% rationale, I head over to the first airline desk I see, Lufthansa (the most expensive one possible, which is the story of my life of course) and desperately ask them if they have any flights going to Rome before (since my flight to Newark goes at 2pm). They reply there is a flight to Munich leaving in 45 minutes that has a 20 minute connection to Rome with the first leg of the trip being delayed about 20 minutes. So, at that point, being of sound mind and body, I decide to take it. For 832 Euros. Luckily, my ATM card serves as the voice of reason when it tells me that I cannot take out more then 500 Euros at one time. Thank you, Bancomat.
It's 7:30am and I'm walking down rows of checkins when we come across the Departures/Arrivals board again. There is 1 transcontinental flight for the next 4 hours and guess what? It's from Berlin to Newark. At 9:20am.
So like a fat kid at a buffet, I bolt to the Continental desk and beg them to change my flight. 50 bucks later, I'm on a direct flight to Newark and got to surprise (or scare the shit out of, same thing) my mom. Hehe.
Moral of the story: Whoever's in charge up there loves me. A lot.
So, as of Wednesday night, I am safely back home. I don't know if it's more bitter or sweeter so that's all I'm saying about that.
I just want to say thanks to all of you who have been reading my blog, posting comments, emailing me, blackmailing me and whatnot. I have greatly appreciated it and I hoped you've enjoyed it as well. :)
...And maybe I'll do it all over again next summer. ;)
I wake up at 5am on a rainy Wednesday morning in Berlin, ready to make the journey back to Rome to catch my flight to Newark on Continental. We get to the airport around 6:45am, and my flight isn't on the departures board. And just to let you know, if your flight isn't on the departures board, you might wanna run straight to the airport lavatories instead of shiting yourself right then and there because that is one hell of a really bad sign. Ends up it left at 6am. Really, really, really big oops on my part.
But somehow, even with having missed my flight, I ended up getting home 2 hours earlier than expected. (How cool is that, seriously?)
Let me explain: So yes, I missed the flight from Berlin to Rome completely and quickly begin to permit a full-on panic attack to rush over my entire being for a whole minute before gaining some sanity back. Regaining about 30% composure and 0% rationale, I head over to the first airline desk I see, Lufthansa (the most expensive one possible, which is the story of my life of course) and desperately ask them if they have any flights going to Rome before (since my flight to Newark goes at 2pm). They reply there is a flight to Munich leaving in 45 minutes that has a 20 minute connection to Rome with the first leg of the trip being delayed about 20 minutes. So, at that point, being of sound mind and body, I decide to take it. For 832 Euros. Luckily, my ATM card serves as the voice of reason when it tells me that I cannot take out more then 500 Euros at one time. Thank you, Bancomat.
It's 7:30am and I'm walking down rows of checkins when we come across the Departures/Arrivals board again. There is 1 transcontinental flight for the next 4 hours and guess what? It's from Berlin to Newark. At 9:20am.
So like a fat kid at a buffet, I bolt to the Continental desk and beg them to change my flight. 50 bucks later, I'm on a direct flight to Newark and got to surprise (or scare the shit out of, same thing) my mom. Hehe.
Moral of the story: Whoever's in charge up there loves me. A lot.
So, as of Wednesday night, I am safely back home. I don't know if it's more bitter or sweeter so that's all I'm saying about that.
I just want to say thanks to all of you who have been reading my blog, posting comments, emailing me, blackmailing me and whatnot. I have greatly appreciated it and I hoped you've enjoyed it as well. :)
...And maybe I'll do it all over again next summer. ;)
posted by L @ 1:42 AM
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