I’m sitting in the Salt Lake airport right now waiting to leave for Europe. My cousin Lorraine and I were supposed to leave at 11:00 and fly to Chicago and then continue on to London from Chicago. Once in London we were to fly to Paris. However, we decided it would be much better to fly to LA (which is indeed in the wrong direction) where it’s much warmer, sunnier, and has significantly less thunder and lightning. Yup, first real time flying somewhere where I have to worry about catching not one, but two connections, and our flight is delayed by over three hours.
It’s all straightened out now. All that really happened was I get to become more acquainted with the Salt Lake airport than I really cared to and I lose about six of my hours in Paris. Major bummer? Yes. Glad to have avoided a completely panicked, stressful switching of flights? Yes. I think that it's a pretty fair trade. I can't control the weather around Chicago after all (I know that some of you thought that I could.)
Anyway, I'm still really excited to be going, and I'm relieved that my delay in actually getting on a plane was only four hours.
Here's Lorraine and me at the airport, ready to go!
Anyway, totally excited for the trip, although the flight to London is going to be longer than originally planned, and I'm going to be exhausted when I get there, but that's half the fun, right? Well, until later, when I have something more exciting and positive to share.
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