Yesterday we woke up early, had breakfast at the hotel, and then were dropped off at the airport by Grampa. We all said our goodbyes and then checked in. The line was a bit long at security, but we all survived. After grabbing some snacks, we boarded, took off, and were in the air. So easy, so simple. Kudos to the Denver Airport.
LaGuardia does not get any kudos. Just in case I didn’t have enough issues with New York City, we had the day from hell in one of its airports. We landed around 4 and had to shove through crowds to get to the bathroom. We had a little bit of time before our 6:00 flight so we decided to get some food. Of course, we expected to see the typical airport options: McDonald’s, Chipotle, Starbucks, whatever. Nope. They had a crappy confusing off-brand food court where you order in one spot on an ipad, pick up your food from a cranky lady who’s convinced the food she’s trying to deliver isn’t yours (YES THAT IS MY CHICKEN SANDWICH), and then go pay in an awkward corner. AND WHERE IS THE KETCHUP? There was also nowhere to walk around. Some airports have some mall stores (Philadelphia gets it) or at least a scenic area just to take a stroll. Nope, LaGuardia just has their crappy food courts, news stands, and uncomfortable chairs. Ugh I hate this airport.
Then began the delays. We knew there had been thunderstorms in the Boston area, but it turns out that those storms really messed with air traffic. Our 6:00 flight turned to 6:30, then got cancelled. We were rescheduled for a 9pm flight. Then 9 turned to 9:30. Then to 10… It kept going until we wound up leaving around 11:35. I was expecting to be in bed by then. Instead we had to pass the time by eating weird ice cream. I ordered cookie dough and instead it was like biscotti. I did not want that. Then we wanted to get chips for the plane. The only chips that the food court had were like all-natural corn chips and pop chips and all those weird kinds that try to be chips but aren’t real potato chips. They even had kale chips. What is this, San Diego?
We finally took off around 11:50. After all the crap we went through in the airport, waiting for seven hours to finally leave, our flight was up and down in about 45 minutes. The irony. We could have taken a cab and gotten home faster. Instead we had a 45 minute flight. I read about ten pages in my book before I had to put my laptop away. Oy.
We decided to spend the night at Memere’s house rather than drive all the way home to Londonderry. We slept in and got home today around 1pm. At this moment, I am unpacked, rested, and happy in my own bed. Success.
Thank you so much to my amazing grandparents for taking me on this epic journey across the US. I feel so much more connected to my own country and am so happy that I got to explore it with my family. Also, I give all the credit in the world to my Grampa for planning this trip. Every stop, landmark, hotel, and route was so perfectly planned, and I can only imagine the time and effort he put into organizing it. Lastly, thanks to all of you who read my blog! Writing this blog is something I really love doing, and it makes me even happier to know that people actually read it! I hope to continue writing about my adventures, and I’m glad to know that people are interested enough to read about it! I love you guys!