Merry Christmas- a day late. But since we should celebrate Christmas in a way every day- I guess it's alright that I am a day late.
I feel as though if you own a blog, it's almost obligatory to write a Christmas blog. Just like you are obligated to write a blog for, I don't know what else....Columbus Day? It's just a rule. You can't break it. Thus, here is my Christmas blog of my trip back.
I was so happy that I was able to come home for Christmas. Although my first plane out of Somaliland was not the best experience, in fact, I think it was the worst plane experience I've ever had. I'd prefer to not re-live it, so we'll just forget about it.
I had a great flight to Amsterdam-as I think I passed out the entire way. We also spent some time walking around Amsterdam and that was really cool. It was quiet and it hadn't woken up yet, but it was nice to enjoy the quiet and to imagine what life is like after the sun rises.
My flight from Amsterdam left quite late because there was some ice on the plane. It's amazing how you don't really notice things like flight times until you are running late. We land and I look at my ticket and it's past the boarding time. I get off the plane and book it through immigration and it seems as though I'm waiting forever for my bag.
I once again run to some counter- because my bag was originally just checked through to Detroit (where I currently was) but then I still had 2 more flights to go! I talk with the lady to see if she can finish checking it, and the luggage check for that plane closed 2 minutes before she had typed it in. We were deciding whether or not to book it on the next flight- when I realised that I am seriously about to miss my flight. The guy at the next counter felt some pity for me and just said- "Do you have liquids in your bag? You bag is quite small". So, I did what any one else would do. I dumped all of the liquids out of my bag and ran with my bag. I guess if I was hard core I would have just left my bag entirely- which I did think about- but then I had a selfish moment, it's my K-way bag that I've had for 5 years! I couldn't completely leave it behind.
I then met the sweetest lady- who realised that I was going to miss my flight and helped me get through security and I managed to board about 2 minutes before they closed the door to the plane.
On my last flight home- I was sitting next to a lady who said, "wow. You have traveled a long way". My first thought and response was, "Christmas is always worth it".
And I still think it's true.
Happy Christmas,
P
