I got back from Europe last night, having gained a case of insomnia; a headband I love so much that Kirsten made a crew member on our ferry climb out onto a restricted deck area to get it back for me when it went flying off my head in the wind; and a boyfriend.
I traveled for 35 hours to get from Scotland back to Utah (let's not talk about the 11 hour layover in Dublin; it makes me weep), which was made worthwhile by my encounter with an old, Jamaican airline employee at JFK. He was in the elevator when I was switching terminals and he took it upon himself to see me safely to my gate. I could only understand about half of everything he said during his running, 15-minute commentary on the inner workings of the airport and his insistence that he would get me safely settled. I occasionally caught snatches of his gems, though, like, "I will take you. I do not want some crazy madman to run you down in this crosswalk. Follow me! Follow me!" and "Oh, you are doing so well, Princess!" (when I told him I already had my boarding pass). I hadn't asked him for help at all, and I didn't necessarily need his help, but it was awfully nice of him to take me in hand and pull me to the front of lines and past tension barriers to find my gate information (my flight arrangement was a little confusing) and send me to the right location. It confirmed the theme of the trip, which is People are Really Nice.
12 comments:
I feel sad that you aren't in Europe anymore, but I am happy that you are home safely--can't wait for more pictures and stories on your adventures.
Your Jamacian guy sounds like the old Welsh guy I meet on the train on my way to the Birmingham airport. He made sure I got the right platform at the Birmingham New Street change. People really are nice.
Yeah for being back! Or should we be weeping? I had great fun reading about your European adventures. Won't life be a bit dull now?
He must be cousins with the cab driver I had yesterday from Trinidad and Tobago.
What a grand tour you had. Aren't you glad you went? Of course, that was a dumb question.
I'll miss your adventures abroad, but I'm glad you go home safe. I await more of your tales to come!
Welcome back! If you can't quite get settled in where you are, we have a lovely guest room here in Iowa. Bonus points if you bring your sister with you!
I'm glad you had a wonderful trip! ( And I hope you're able to recover your camera.)
Glad you made it safely back. And if you couldn't find me a boyfriend, I am certainly glad that you found yourself one. That is the next best thing! Enjoy your time with the marmots! (And our sister & brother-in-law)
Yankee Girl--Thanks! I almost have access to the pictures from my camera, so I'll finish posting on the other blog soon.
Stash--We had good train helpers in Wales/England, too.
Lady Susan--A little of both--weeping and rejoicing. No, life won't be dull. There's plenty going on in the next little while.
Rebekah--Yes, definitely worth it. Go get your London flat.
Heidi, CSIowa, Moo--Thanks!
So you're ready to move out here, right?
I'm sad your trip is over. I felt like I was living whirlwind excitement just by reading your posts.
Your next travel destination? Draper.
Amy--It's not out of the question. We should chat.
E--Sounds good to me!
OOOOooooooOOOooo
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