Writing About Lives

While I have painted a very rosy picture of my time in Europe and indeed it mostly was, my luggage was delayed in Munich for half a day. Freaked me out. But the worst thing was the flight back.

I flew from Munich to London’s Heathrow and had to run like a fleeing inmate after going through security again. Remember, I already did it in Munich. Once we got on British Airways flight #183, the plane it was delayed two hours because of severe weather. We literally sat there waiting. People were getting hysterical. It was beautiful.

After finally departing, hours later, we hit about 90 minutes of turbulance that felt like we were filming a scene from ABC’s “Lost.” Definitely the most aggressive turbulance of my life without a doubt.

As we flew into the New York area, storms had dozens of flights circling JFK. We landed in Boston for another two hours. Then on an extremely bumpy ride back, I got to the airport at about 3 a.m. Many
hours after I was expecting. The atmosphere was emotionally hot. People were angry. No SuperShuttle Service was available from JFK so the taxi was $49.

I had two $20s and $10. Fortunately I had exchanged my last Euros for US dollars at the train station in Munich. Then the taxi driver complained that I didn’t give him a tip.

It’s all good. At least I didn’t arrive in a body bag.