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Last week I returned to the US for a week of work in Chapel Hill, at our annual all-hands meeting with Terra Dotta. Jason and I are now in our sophomore year of EU living, which both of us have remarked is a first for us – to have done the heavy lifting and hard work of settling and adjusting, and then getting to build on it rather than dismantle the whole apparatus and head home. I’ve done that more times than I can count. Jason too. To be in the second year means my perspective lengthens and deepens, and in other ways, flattens out.
My trip from Florence to Raleigh was smooth, the kind of long, international, complicated travel day that, when it actually pulls off without a hitch, makes me feel like laughing maniacally. The maniacal laughter is quickly replaced by a bizarre assumption that “It can always be this easy” in complete contradiction to my jetway feelings of relief and “I cannot believe that it was this easy.” This is probably just travel mania talking.
In what ways was it smooth? Let me count them for you:
- Easy sunrise departure from FLR
- Quick turnaround in Paris CDG
- Competent French de-icing despite falling temperatures and precipitation
- On-time departure
- Nice row mates
- No bumps on way to NC
- Made many friends in flight and in various airport lounges
- Bag arrived in NC
- Raleigh customs and immigration amusingly tranquil compared to ORD, LAX, HOU
|Yayyy! That was sooo easy! I’m laughing!|
|CDG, so civilized. Not that I can afford it.|
But it never did, and so my mornings actually began before 4 am every day, which made East coast afternoons long indeed. I tried to buck up and rely on my native energy source, which is unique and unpatentable, but without sleep – I am grumpy. Grum-peh. It felt a bit like newborn times again, but without the baby, and being much cleaner this time as I wasn’t wearing a t-shirt soaked with souring breastmilk and whimpering as I tried to catch a sleep wave.
|Androne, Siena Hotel|
- People, whoa. So friendly.
- Everyone speaks English
- Spanish is everywhere! Yes, that adorably accented Italian that is so easy for me to understand. We went to Los Cerritos close to the office, twice, for lunch, and my heart did a little flip listening to the staff talk amongst themselves, making me miss all my old clients at Catholic Charities OKC Immigration Assistance program. Also, much futbol on the enormous TV that featured Mondo Deportivo, subtitulado en castellano.
- WOW big houses
- WOW major Christmas light madness, animations and life size Santas, why/how do we do this?
- Traffic. This traffic sucks. Why do we all want to be in this traffic all the time in the US? Intersections the size of basketball courts, or bigger.
- Sales associates in Walgreen’s bordering on obsequious, making me feel suspicious and Italian, like “what do you want why are you talking to me so much in this context”
- Wow, these toys in Walgreen’s are so inexpensive, I am going to buy a bunch
- FOOD. Greek, Mexican, Asian fusion, tastebuds so happy
- What is with the ice? Excessive ice in all drinks. Even when I begged for water, no ice, I was passive-aggressively served a giant cup with 80 ice cubes in it.
- WHY is the a/c on in the hotel in December, are they trying to kill us? Is the hot chocolate a survival strategy?
- Could not even handle the nonstop news on the lobby TV. Sound was off but still felt affronted by continuous insane news in US.
|Pain, pain, pain.|
- Major snowstorm in progress from NJ to ATL to Houston. ATL was pretty much shut down, and the ripple effect quickly became tsunami-level.
- 3 hours to check in at the Special Special Services desk. No managing agent in sight.
- Rebooking passengers were in same line as people who just needed a boarding pass and a bag drop, like me. (Delta website would not allow me to print a boarding pass for an international flight.)
- After about 90 minutes of this, I started managing the line by going down and talking to everyone since no Delta employee was anywhere to you know, manage things. “Who’s rebooking? Who’s printing and dropping? What about these two moms with very little kids, one sick one not but come ON people, let them go up front.”
- The mom with the sick baby was a very appreciative Italian woman, so that was good karma.
- Super grumpy and annoying older German man gave me a run for my realist/optimist money. How wonderful he was on my same flight. And I saw him in Paris. “Don’t you have some other country to get to,” I grumbled.
- Managed almost uncontrolled crowd situation as Danish backpacker attempted to jump the line we’d all been standing in for 3 hours. An African-American man from Atlanta praised my diplomacy. “That was good,” he said, giving me a nod. “About as nice a no as he coulda expected.”
- I called Delta 1-800 for help and was on hold for an hour. Never talked to anyone, but got the shit marketed out of me with their on-hold messages.
- Never saw an agent other than the one I got to see after 3 hours to print my boarding pass.
- The snow stopped.
- My check-in process took about three minutes (rebooks were taking 30-60 each). As I ran away from Purgatory, fist-bumping the air like Rocky, I yelled “Yay!” then gave an eye roll that might have blinded a lesser eye-roller, and groaned “Gahhh!” with my most annoyed dry gargle. The crowd laughed. For a brief moment I felt like Amy Poehler. Then I remembered I had a flight to catch.
- There’s Germany, behind me talking and grousing in the security line. I start avoiding eye contact.
- 30 mins to get through security.
- As I got to my gate, I was notified my connection had been cancelled. No word on my rebooking in Paris.
- Plane stuffed full of grumpy people.
- Clueless flight attendants. (“I have a lot of people not here!” she cried, holding a fistful of vegetarian meal stickers. “Where is everyone?” “In the airport,” I snapped. “Oh, in security?” “No,” I said. “At the Delta check-in area.”)
- Seated in 28B between an Indian grad student and a Brahmin princess who made clear she did not love flying in economy
- 7 hour flight featured 4 hours of heavy chop. Dinner could not be served. Stuff was flying everywhere. No one could sleep.
- Lost my headphones.
- Upon landing in CDG I am notified that I am rebooked for a new connecting flight … in nine hours.
- Kill 9h in CDG. Meet everyone in concourse 2F.
- Get a chair massage and mani to make up for stress in RDU and in-flight. French immersion is fun, especially when project-oriented.
|Regular manicure in Paris, so I like to think of this as the vrai French mani.
But that’s confusing.
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