The bus ride didn’t take more than an hour to arrive at the
airport. Then it was a battle of hauling
around my luggage, checking in, and waiting.
Luckily, I was able to check in my things quite early, which helped a
lot.
Finally it was time to board…or so I thought. They had about a 30 minute delay. I was ready to board and get away from the
crying little boy I had been hearing for the last hour or so. Ok…now on to boarding…yes! Oh no!!!
That little crying kid was in the row by me. So for 10 hours, he cried almost
non-stop. Needless to say, I didn’t get
much sleep.
The layover in Seattle was only a couple hours and then I was
on my way to Dallas. A 4 hour flight
squished in this fairly small airplane…good thing I had the window seat.
Now to Dallas…I waited.
I ate. I waited. Time to board!!! Nope.
They decided to come out right after supposed boarding time and let
everyone know the flight was cancelled.
CANCELLED. REALLY. I was not a happy camper at this point. I called up Shane to let him know they’d be
putting us in a hotel for the night and the flight was rescheduled for first
thing in the morning. However, I was
just ready to go home. So, he drove 4
hours to Dallas and picked me up! How
sweet!
I slept a lot the first week to adjust to the time
difference. It was great to be back
that’s for sure. That first day I was
home, we went to the grocery store and I was amazed and excited with all the
“normal” choices of stuff! And I could
read everything!
