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unbibiumThe remainder of Frankfurt was uneventful other than that I met a cute German woman with glasses who wanted to become an air traffic controller and I told her about my trip and she told me about travelling in France and I got her e-mail address but I think I lost it, but she's in Germany anyway.
I arrived at the airport in plenty of time; security checkpoints were rather quick to get through in terms of lines.
My loot at the duty-free shop: a giant package of mint Mentos, three packs each of two Mentos flavors I have never seen before and will debut at the moving party, and some Belgian chocolate. Also a Toblerone bar and a Coke and a newspaper for the trip. I had only 18 cents left in Euros when I boarded the plane.
The flight back was the longest 11:00 of my life. I watched Ocean's Eleven three times on the little screen they gave me, and also enjoyed a BBC news piece about J.K. Rowling, and a Big Knights cartoon, the one where they turn invisible and try to steal a transformation spell. An interesting cartoon; I wonder how I can see more of it.
Arriving at the Dallas airport, I breezed through Customs, wondering if I should have told them I'd been to a farm just to see what they do to me in Agriculture to protect our precious beef industry. The airport was full of uniformed Peggy Hill clones, who talked in that most American of American accents as they helped me find my way around, and I had to remind myself that I didn't have to feel guilty speaking English to them.
Connecting to the other plane was a bit of a puzzle, even after I figured out I had to go through Customs there instead of at Phoenix. I knew there's a train, because there's an acronym that begins with "TRAA" on the map with little arrows.... but should I take the bus, like all the Peggys seem to want me to? I wavered between the two, and decided I'd go through the checkpoint and take the train that was allegedly behind it, but then the bus to terminal C arrived, and a Peggy came out and announced it and convinced me that I didn't want to walk all that way. I got on the bus, and it wound through a maze of streets for about five minutes, and its first stop was right where I needed to be.
Called work, called home, got on the plane, taxied around on the tarmac for like an hour, and then I landed in Phoenix after almost getting airsick from looking at the houses through my telescope. Found the parents, hugged my mom, and we all got in the car....
We picked up our food at Taco Bell because that's the one thing they didn't have in Europe.
much talking and a hot shower and a load of laundry... but I couldn't stay awake very long and fell asleep at 8.
And woke up at 2:30. bah!
Don't know what I'm going to do today. Sleep, probably, and hope the Cough from Hell doesn't return and ruin my weekend while I have no health coverage. And plan the move.
I arrived at the airport in plenty of time; security checkpoints were rather quick to get through in terms of lines.
My loot at the duty-free shop: a giant package of mint Mentos, three packs each of two Mentos flavors I have never seen before and will debut at the moving party, and some Belgian chocolate. Also a Toblerone bar and a Coke and a newspaper for the trip. I had only 18 cents left in Euros when I boarded the plane.
The flight back was the longest 11:00 of my life. I watched Ocean's Eleven three times on the little screen they gave me, and also enjoyed a BBC news piece about J.K. Rowling, and a Big Knights cartoon, the one where they turn invisible and try to steal a transformation spell. An interesting cartoon; I wonder how I can see more of it.
Arriving at the Dallas airport, I breezed through Customs, wondering if I should have told them I'd been to a farm just to see what they do to me in Agriculture to protect our precious beef industry. The airport was full of uniformed Peggy Hill clones, who talked in that most American of American accents as they helped me find my way around, and I had to remind myself that I didn't have to feel guilty speaking English to them.
Connecting to the other plane was a bit of a puzzle, even after I figured out I had to go through Customs there instead of at Phoenix. I knew there's a train, because there's an acronym that begins with "TRAA" on the map with little arrows.... but should I take the bus, like all the Peggys seem to want me to? I wavered between the two, and decided I'd go through the checkpoint and take the train that was allegedly behind it, but then the bus to terminal C arrived, and a Peggy came out and announced it and convinced me that I didn't want to walk all that way. I got on the bus, and it wound through a maze of streets for about five minutes, and its first stop was right where I needed to be.
Called work, called home, got on the plane, taxied around on the tarmac for like an hour, and then I landed in Phoenix after almost getting airsick from looking at the houses through my telescope. Found the parents, hugged my mom, and we all got in the car....
We picked up our food at Taco Bell because that's the one thing they didn't have in Europe.
much talking and a hot shower and a load of laundry... but I couldn't stay awake very long and fell asleep at 8.
And woke up at 2:30. bah!
Don't know what I'm going to do today. Sleep, probably, and hope the Cough from Hell doesn't return and ruin my weekend while I have no health coverage. And plan the move.
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Date: 2002-04-18 06:22 am (UTC)