Hi Friends!
First off I would just like to say that I have been blessed with the greatest group of friends, ever. Before tour, back in our college days, we distinguished that I was "The Planner" out of our group of friends but since I started this job back in May that has changed drastically. I've now been told that I'm the a "Free-spirit". Well I think I like the sound of that better. One thing this job has taught me is to NOT plan but to be flexible when certain circumstances are thrown your way. In other words be ready for the worst, expect the unexpected.
This isn't just a motto but more like a way of life for us TAD's. I mean you gotta plan for some things like plane tickets home and calling two weeks out about where we'll be staying the following week but thats different. Honestly you get used to it and now I feel adventurous and brave. I however did not feel that way once Allison left me alone at the train station in Italy to try figure out my way to the airport. This idea scared me senseless. Here I was in a foreign country, surrounded by NO ONE who spoke english and somehow I had to get from point A to point B using public transportation. EEEEEE!
Thankfully Allison had showed me earlier in the week where to purchase my tickets and was even sweet enough to write out for me questions in Italian. Questions like: "Is this the bus to the airport?" and "What's you phone number handsome Italian Man?" -Just kidding on that last one. :) So I had that going for me but I know how I am. I can get lost in a paperbag. What scared me the most was that I risked getting on the wrong train/bus, getting off at the wrong stop, and somehow ending up in Switzerland. Oh believe me friends, it can happen. . . . . I somehow managed to get to the actual airport! Sidenote: When I asked the man, in Italian, "How much is a ticket for the bus to the airport?" I had another "movie moment" where everyone in the store stopped what they were doing and stared/smirked at me. SCUZA! I don't speak Itaiano. :)
Now that I was at the airport I had to sit tight. My flight didn't leave until 7:00am the NEXT morning and the airport people told me I couldn't go through security and wait in the actual airport. Why? Well come to find out the airport closes at midnight and reopens at 6:00am. Great. I thought all I had to worry about was getting to the airport noooow I had to worry about getting thrown out of the airport that I was so afraid that I wouldn't be able to get to. What's a Gill to do?
I ended up finishing my Harry Potter book which took up a total of 30 minutes. Now what? Well in this very big but deserted lobby there was only one outlet (I had an Italian plug in thing) and where was it you ask? By the smelly bathrooms. :( So to take up time I edited my Italian pictures that I had taken and looked through Allison's that she gave me. (This is where I realized that hers were all funny and not how they should be.) There was also no internet which meant no facebook. Too bad I was kind of counting on that.
I couldn't sleep because I was afraid that someone (a hobo from outside) would come along and steal my stuff or that I'd sleep through my flight. UGH! Terrible. Then I remembered that I had some DVD's in my luggage. My Dad had got me for Christmas the entire series of The Lucy Show (not I Love Lucy this is different) so I started watching that. I already had watched a few of these while on the road and was on the 2nd disc. Guess what the 1st episode on this disc was about? Lucy on an airplane. BWAHAHA! I think that proves that God has a sense of humor. If you can't tell, by this point I was a little frazzled and needed a good laugh. Thanks Lucy. :)
After watching a couple episodes and the movie The Holiday it was about time for the airport to reopen. Thankfully while I was in my little corner near the bathrooms no security man saw me and tried to kick me out. YEA! Tom Hanks ain't got nothing on me! It had been a long night and I can honestly say I have never been so thankful to get on a plane so I could get all squished up in an awkward position to take a nap. This made the flights go by fast. Friends I do advise you to get plenty of rest before you fly to a foreign country, the airports are nuts, a lack of sleep doesn't help. Thank goodness this time around I knew what to expect and coming back to America wasn't nearly as bad. The flight was long and nice because I caught up on my sleep. The food this time was something I recognized and it was actually pretty good. Yea! Thank you Delta for my yummy chicken salad and water. Haha!
Now everyone who has ever travelled out of the US has told me that ". . . its not the leaving America thats so bad but it's the getting back in". I don't know if I agree with that. All they did was check my passport and ask me a few questions like if I had any chocolate or any type of alcohol in my bags. "uhhh No friendly security man, I do not."
Clear.
What did stink was that I had a total of 15 minutes to get to my connecting flight to Denver from where I was in Chicago. Did I mention that my flight was on the other side of the airport and I had to pick up my luggage, get on a shuttle bus, go through security again (where my watch shattered for some reason) and then run to my gate? Oh. . . I didn't mention that? Well thats what happend. Thankfully after pulling a Home Alone scene of running like a mad person to my gate (I'll admit I even had that Christmas song that they play for that scene in my head.) I got to my gate and they said that I was at the wrong one that they had changed gates. What! Well since I was already late for my flight, it looks like I would be spending another night at the airport. Great. I went to this new gate that wasn't up on the screens at the airport and to my delightful surprise the plane was running late and would be there in about 30 minutes!!! YEA!!!!!
This gave me time to go use the bathroom, I was about to BURST and get some Starbucks. Oh Starbucks how I have missed you. Don't get me wrong, Italian coffee is simply the best but it ain't cheap. Starbucks is nice esp when a lot of the kids each week give you a bunch of giftcards so free coffee is ALWAYS better.
So I flew into Denver and man was I thankful to be back in Arvada, Co. A place that was familar. Now you may be asking "...but Jen I thought your next residency was in Moscow, Idaho. Why are you back in Colorado?" Welp the reason for that is simple. It was just cheaper for me to do the round trip to and from Arvada, stay for free at my old homestay's house for the night and then head for Spokane, Wa where I would meet up with Loretta to go down to Moscow. Sounds complicated, I know but it made sense at the time and was cheaper. Plain and simple. . .sorta. Ha!
After sleeping in a familair, WARM, comfy bed I had to wake up and go to the airport once again. If you've been doing the math, this would be my second full day, not including the time difference, at the airport. >:( There was some "miscommunication" about where I would be staying that night before Loretta and I headed to Moscow. Needless to say, I learned my lesson.
The next day Loretta and I met up in Coeur d'alene and drove down to Moscow, Idaho. It was supposed to be a 2 hour drive but it ended up taking longer because we drove through a blizzard. See, expect the unexpected. We pulled into the drive of this very sweet lady and got settled into our new home for the week. I thought, "It's gonna be weird getting back to work after such an adventure as Italy." It wasn't actually tooooooo weird but I will say that after this trip to and from Italy, I have never been so tahnkful to have my own bed and car waiting for me at home in Lynchburg, Va.
-Jen
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