Well I’ve officially begun the journey to England. As I type this I’m sitting at a bar in the Atlanta, GA airport to pass the time.
The day began early. I was awakened by my mini-Schnauzer puppy, Nola, who was scratching at my door and moaning for me to get up. This was at 6:30. Not quite the time I was wanting to get up, but who can ignore a cutie like her?
I arrived at the airport in New Orleans just after 9 and was abused right off. 😦 My dad dropped me off and as I got out his SUV I guess I didn’t push the door open all the way and it came back and smacked my head. 😦 Then, if that’s not bad enough, I get inside and rummage through my back pack to fish out my passport and discover I’ve forgotten my headphones. So, no listening to the audiobook I brought along. *rolls eyes* And the grand finale was a pinched finger when I put my huge suitcase on the scale at the ticket counter and the handle of the suitcase wouldn’t push down. I finally pounded on it, resulting in the pinched finger. 😦
The flight was okay as flights go… I am not terribly fond of them, but they serve a purpose so I endure. The worst part for me is taking off and landing. I just don’t enjoy it. But the guy sitting next to me had an iPad and he graciously allowed me to look at it after I stared at him using it for about 5 minutes. LOL It’s quite cool. I played three games on it and marveled at the size. I’d love to have one considering I feel like I’m going to come away from this trip a foot shorter from all of the crap I’m carrying in my backpack on this trip – including my not very large laptop.
He was also very lovely to chat with over all. I told him of my trip and my interest in historical fiction and such. We spoke of previous flight experiences as well, because as we descended into Atlanta, I mentioned my ears popping. I also said that I get motion sick easily and he said he did too and teaches scuba diving. How that works, I’m not entirely sure, but I guess it does for him!
We parted ways at the gate and I grabbed some lunch before searching for my gate. When I finally bothered to ask, I learnt I was in the wrong terminal so I took the train from Terminal B to Terminal E. It was a short ride and I could’ve walked, but… eh.
I will close now because I’m going to have to disconnect my computer soon to go find out where my gate truly is. Then I shall be on my way. Yay!!