The Final Journey

It was about 7am German time and I was ready to just get on the plane. The only problem was that the flight was overbooked. I was so mad, we sat there for an hour as they tried to figure out a way for us to finally get on the plane. But there was no such luck. We had to wait until 5pm to finally board the plane, and I was not a happy camper because we couldn’t leave the airport that entire time. It was July 4th and I wanted to be in America on the most American day of the year, but of course when it comes to airports they can pretend their organized with their many signs, rules, and regulations, but in reality airports can feel like the most chaotic places ever. At least that was my perception that day when all I could think of was the firework displays, barbecue, and apple pie that awaited me back in the states.

After awhile I quit complaining even though that really is a rough thing to do for a tired teenager, but I managed. My crew and I made ourselves at home in the airport beings that we were stuck there and we ate at the airport McDonald’s and explored for awhile. We bought a ridiculous amount of European chocolate, which included Bueno, Kinder Eggs, and Happy Hippos. This candy was so good and I knew I would miss it immensely when I got home. Also Kinder Eggs are illegal here. I really don’t understand it. You can but a certain kind, but it has to be the type where the toy is in a separate part of the package rather than encased in the chocolate. You can get fined up to $2,500 per egg. According to the government this is because kids can choke on them. There are about a billion flaws to this because I’ve choked on water before and I don’t see them banning water, also they don’t seem to care about kids that much beings that they are marching for their lives at the moment, but that’s a whole different story. The real problem here is my ability to eat the chocolate that I want.

Eventually we got tired of exploring and sat at our gate. Now in order for you to understand how tired I was, I hate sleeping where people can see me. I don’t sleep on public transportation, I don’t sleep in class, I didn’t even sleep on the seven hour plane ride to Europe and stayed up for almost forty eight hours. This is because I don’t want people to hear me snore, I’m afraid I’ll talk and say something weird, or do some other embarrassing thing that I can’t think of. But the point is I fell asleep on the bench for hours. Out of all the new experiences I have had on that trip I think that was by far the most unexpected for me.

Finally, we boarded the plane and were on our way back to the United States. I was so pumped. But one girl that we were on the trip with continued her snobbery. She never stopped saying how something wasn’t up to par or wasn’t what she wanted so she drove me borderline insane. And when we got on the plane my friends and I were talking about how we might see the Macy’s Day fireworks since we’d be in New York at around that time. And she interrupted our conversation just to start talking about how she hated being in America on American holidays. Now I understand America can be absolutely stupid and narcissistic as a country at times, but still it was the the 4th of July and we were just having a good time and she decided to try and rain on our parade/fireworks. So since Shannon, McKayla, and I were seated together and that girl was directly behind us, we decided the obnoxious thing to do was sing the National Anthem when we landed. It wasn’t loud enough to tick off the other passengers, just her. And her face was priceless, she looked so irritated. I think that was the best way to enter the States, on the Fourth of July, and being petty to a girl by singing our national anthem.