Reflecting on my last few days, I can honestly say I have absolutely no idea how I made it nearly 4,000 miles away from home in one piece.
If you know me, you can probably already guess why (or rather, what I screwed up).
As our journey began, Heidi and I were so excited to board our little Cedar Rapids flight that we slightly forgot to look at our seat assignments before we boarded. Assuming we sat next to each other, we plopped down in what we thought were our seats. Low and behold a sassy little blonde approached us and just stared at us. Turns out the Hediz and I were in their seats and they were not pleased. Cool, so now Heidi and I are separated on our first leg of our very big adventure.
After a shifty landing, at best, we scurried over to our correct terminal at O'Hare and awaited the plane that would take us halfway across the world. Once boarded (this time I swear we got the right seats) we ordered a nice little airplane sized bottle of sparking wine (because we can) and klinked glasses in celebration of the official embarkment of our greatest adventure yet.
And then we got to Heathrow International Airport in London. Good God, I get so lost there. (One time I got so distracted by the stores I may or may not have left my passport and boarding pass on a shelf and had my name called over security to all of Heathrow...it's cool I haven't done it since). However we were upgraded to this super swanky lounge with all you can eat food and drinks and I honestly have never been happier in my entire life. Like we're talking free hash browns, bacon, and croissants- the best of the best. So we napped, ate, ate some more, and then before we knew it it was time to head to our gate.
To clarify, the gate I thought we were suppose to go to was Gate B2. Well, lol, it doesn't exist. So then I looked again and I thought to my self, oh! obviously it says 8-2. So Heidi and I, with our overstuffed carry-on's and tired eyes walked down this lengthly hallway just for someone to tell us we were actually looking for Gate 82 (honestly, what is wrong with me).
We boarded. Life was good.
Once we landed in Cork, our cabby was the nicest man and was more than willing to tell us everything we would ever need to know (I wish I remembered any of it). He dropped us off to our apartment where we quickly discovered how cold it was, and jumped into bed for the longest nap, only to wake up and wander around the city looking for a New Years adventures. After a pint of Bulmers at Donnelley's-like pub, we ran into some locals who told us of this place called Reardens that was the apparent place to be. So, we brought in the new year dancing like the American's that we are. And to top off the night, Heidi got 5 euro shoved down her shirt. You go girl, you get it!
After a few days of exploring our little area, we are off today to find the most perfect fish and chips place and we are more than excited to finally meet more people at orientation tomorrow!
If you know me, you can probably already guess why (or rather, what I screwed up).
As our journey began, Heidi and I were so excited to board our little Cedar Rapids flight that we slightly forgot to look at our seat assignments before we boarded. Assuming we sat next to each other, we plopped down in what we thought were our seats. Low and behold a sassy little blonde approached us and just stared at us. Turns out the Hediz and I were in their seats and they were not pleased. Cool, so now Heidi and I are separated on our first leg of our very big adventure.
After a shifty landing, at best, we scurried over to our correct terminal at O'Hare and awaited the plane that would take us halfway across the world. Once boarded (this time I swear we got the right seats) we ordered a nice little airplane sized bottle of sparking wine (because we can) and klinked glasses in celebration of the official embarkment of our greatest adventure yet.
And then we got to Heathrow International Airport in London. Good God, I get so lost there. (One time I got so distracted by the stores I may or may not have left my passport and boarding pass on a shelf and had my name called over security to all of Heathrow...it's cool I haven't done it since). However we were upgraded to this super swanky lounge with all you can eat food and drinks and I honestly have never been happier in my entire life. Like we're talking free hash browns, bacon, and croissants- the best of the best. So we napped, ate, ate some more, and then before we knew it it was time to head to our gate.
To clarify, the gate I thought we were suppose to go to was Gate B2. Well, lol, it doesn't exist. So then I looked again and I thought to my self, oh! obviously it says 8-2. So Heidi and I, with our overstuffed carry-on's and tired eyes walked down this lengthly hallway just for someone to tell us we were actually looking for Gate 82 (honestly, what is wrong with me).
We boarded. Life was good.
Once we landed in Cork, our cabby was the nicest man and was more than willing to tell us everything we would ever need to know (I wish I remembered any of it). He dropped us off to our apartment where we quickly discovered how cold it was, and jumped into bed for the longest nap, only to wake up and wander around the city looking for a New Years adventures. After a pint of Bulmers at Donnelley's-like pub, we ran into some locals who told us of this place called Reardens that was the apparent place to be. So, we brought in the new year dancing like the American's that we are. And to top off the night, Heidi got 5 euro shoved down her shirt. You go girl, you get it!
After a few days of exploring our little area, we are off today to find the most perfect fish and chips place and we are more than excited to finally meet more people at orientation tomorrow!
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