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(The start to the day wasn't great, either. I was made to go to church today with my sister and her family and was treated to my all time favorite reading - you know, the one that defines a happy family as one where the wife is subordinate to the husband, while the husband just has to be "nice" to her, whatever "nice" means. Until then, I was actually not minding the singing and stuff, though the ritualistic nature of the Roman Catholic church still sets my nerves on edge.)

I've never not had a return flight suck. Today was no exception. After a long week ending with an overwhelming family gathering (everyone showed this year, so there were...40? of us there, not counting my sister in law's parents, who showed up for reasons I still haven't figured out), I was ready to get home.

Naturally, this was easier in concept than actual execution. I got to the airport in plenty of time, only had about a 25 minute wait at the gate. Then we got on the plane and sat. And sat and sat and sat some more. Why, you ask? Was it the weather? No. Technical difficulties? Uh uh. Abnormal levels of flights all set to leave at once? Nope.

They loaded us on the plane before they'd even unloaded the prior flight's luggage, which meant we had to sit around waiting for that, and then for them to load our luggage. That made absolutely no sense to me as it happened, and it still doesn't! We had a large number of children on the flight, a treat on any flight but those poor babies were getting really irritable by the time we finally backed away from the gate. An hour of waiting, if anyone wants to know.

Also of note - for that whole hour, the woman next to me was asleep. Not a big deal, you'd think, right? HAH! She snored very loudly the entire time. It was bad enough I was stuck in the fucking middle seat, but to sit next to a lumpy middle-aged person who snored into my ear for AN HOUR really made me miserable.

She slept pretty much the whole way, encroaching on my personal space all the while.

The flight crew was also one of the worst I've ever seen. Talk about a bunch of unfriendly, unhelpful individuals. I don't think I saw one of them smile the whole flight. If they had to fly next to a snoring person who flopped over onto their seat all the time, I could really understand the lack of smiles. I know that was SO not the case.

More (maybe) about the actual time away later. Right now I'm super tired.
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For some reason, I was just reminded of the night I spent in a train station in Cologne*.

Cut for length and for those who don't want to read my travel story. )

Needless to say, if I'm ever faced with the choice between spending money I do not have and spending a night in a train station, I'll break out my credit card every time. After the disastrous night, I convinced my companions we needed to go back to Paris instead of on to Amsterdam, because the first time in Paris I didn't get to do anything I wanted. Second time around, I did. I do have a little regret that we didn't go to Amsterdam, but I'm older, wiser and richer now so I'll get there someday.

The trip ended in London, where I was too poor to eat and was left in the hotel room to starve while my companions went out for food and drinks. I believe I called my mother and sobbed like a baby for a few minutes, and then watched Star Trek: Voyager, which only caused the tears to return in full force.

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