Wow, what a long journey!
We left my parents house at 2:45pm as planned. We made it over the state line in an hour and fifteen minutes. We spent the next hour in traffic getting to JFK. This was my first flight out of JFK. Wow, it's big!
We left my parents house at 2:45pm as planned. We made it over the state line in an hour and fifteen minutes. We spent the next hour in traffic getting to JFK. This was my first flight out of JFK. Wow, it's big!
I dropped the group off at 5:30pm and returned the car. There are signs everywhere but it felt like I drove forever off the property. It took me some time to take a train back to the terminal where I got lost trying to find the family. Not bad I suppose, I was certain I would get lost long before that point.
We got our boarding passes fairly quickly with a lovely Irish lady helping us. She punched in data into the machine and presented us with all 8 boarding passes - four for each leg of the trip. We stood in a long line to check in our bags. After hoisting the bags onto the machines, we then dragged the checked bags over to an area to drop off. We each have a carryon item which maxes out weight and measurements so dragging around the luggage was challenging.
We spent a year in the security line. We were at the gate at 6:30pm for a 9:30pm flight. The flight sat on the runway for an hour before takeoff. The seats on the plane were small and short. It was the most uncomfortable experience. We arrived in Dublin, only getting a glance of the green country. The airport was very confusing and we double backed several times before getting to our gate for our connecting flight. We went outside and climbed up the stairs to the plane. This plane was very comfortable, all of us dozed on the hour and a half flight. Imagine, flying from Dublin to Paris is equal to me flying to DC.
We got off the plane, feeling like we might actually make it. We rounded up our luggage and lugged everything over to a taxi. One driver took a look at us and waved us off. The official-taxi-French-lady yelled at me to get out of the way. We finally got a taxi, I showed him the address, and we drove off. Our taxi driver was from Vietnam and spoke no English so we bonjour'd him and both of said OK a lot.
We arrived at the apartment and collapsed. We were comatose for about an hour and slowly started putting stuff away. Victoria and my father went out exploring, got caught in a rainstorm, and came back with bread, cheese and other goodies. We enjoyed a picnic-like lunch in our rental with panoramic views. We are just too tired to do much else. We all cat napped here and there over the last 24 hours.
We got our boarding passes fairly quickly with a lovely Irish lady helping us. She punched in data into the machine and presented us with all 8 boarding passes - four for each leg of the trip. We stood in a long line to check in our bags. After hoisting the bags onto the machines, we then dragged the checked bags over to an area to drop off. We each have a carryon item which maxes out weight and measurements so dragging around the luggage was challenging.
We spent a year in the security line. We were at the gate at 6:30pm for a 9:30pm flight. The flight sat on the runway for an hour before takeoff. The seats on the plane were small and short. It was the most uncomfortable experience. We arrived in Dublin, only getting a glance of the green country. The airport was very confusing and we double backed several times before getting to our gate for our connecting flight. We went outside and climbed up the stairs to the plane. This plane was very comfortable, all of us dozed on the hour and a half flight. Imagine, flying from Dublin to Paris is equal to me flying to DC.
We got off the plane, feeling like we might actually make it. We rounded up our luggage and lugged everything over to a taxi. One driver took a look at us and waved us off. The official-taxi-French-lady yelled at me to get out of the way. We finally got a taxi, I showed him the address, and we drove off. Our taxi driver was from Vietnam and spoke no English so we bonjour'd him and both of said OK a lot.
We arrived at the apartment and collapsed. We were comatose for about an hour and slowly started putting stuff away. Victoria and my father went out exploring, got caught in a rainstorm, and came back with bread, cheese and other goodies. We enjoyed a picnic-like lunch in our rental with panoramic views. We are just too tired to do much else. We all cat napped here and there over the last 24 hours.
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2 comments:
Well, thank God!! It sounds like a hairy experience. I'm surprised to hear that the cross country plane was small and uncomfortable. I can't wait to hear about the real vacation stuff. Was the bread and cheese good, btw? Different than ours? How's the view?
Aunt Regina
oye! thank god you have the rest of the trip to relax and you're coming home by boat. I'm still jealous. For some reason, we never got the password and stuff for the webkins. Danny is a wreck, so if you can list that info, that would be great. enjoy paris. We miss you bunches. We look forward to your next entry. Love, Aunt Anita
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