27 hours and then some
The day had started off so well. Well, as good as any day could start that began at 4:15 am. But that being said, I was pretty lucky to get to the station just as the bus arrived, and the bus wasn't even that crowded. Everything changed, however, when I got to the airport and realized the truth: all my teasing of Katie for misreading her itinerary had finally come back to bite me...hard. Instead of a 6:50 flight, my plane was leaving at 6:05, i.e., in 45 minutes.
But I stayed cool (obviously); the line wasn't that long, and since I was flying to Germany boarding wouldn't take long. When I got to the counter, everything was still acceptable in my mind until the lady informed me that my ticket wasn't paid for, which necessitated me going to another desk, buying the tickets, and coming back. This I did with all the fervor one can muster at 5:30 in the morning, but upon my return, the lady was nowhere in sight. Eventually I found a man willing to check my bag, by which time it was almost 6. "You need to go now," he said. Thanks, captain obvious. So off I sprinted, first to the counter where my bag was sent to the plane, then to security, then to the gate. The funny thing: I wasn't even the last one on the plane. Apparently there was more than one Tzos in Greece that day.
My ludicrosity continued upon landing in Frankfurt. My mental dialogue as the plane deboarded went something like this. "Do you have your passport?" "I dunno, but I'm sure I do." "Why don't you check?" "Dude, chill, why wouldn't it be in my pocket?" "At least look in the back of the seat in front of you." "Fine....oh, why is it there?" So yeah, I almost left my passport on the plane.
The rest of the day went off without a hitch. I went into Frankfurt during my long layover (the train takes less than 15 minutes), walked along the very pretty river, and hit up the sculpture museum, which contained some pretty cool items. My favorites were the paintings from Egypt and the Western Greek and Etruscan figurines. No discernible Christian destruction, sadly(?).
On my flight to Amerrrrca, I had the double disappointment of being offered as a film "Flicka" and then only getting to watch half of it (they just stopped playing it halfway through....cinematic euthanasia?). Tim McGraw is as good an actor is he is a creative musician, let me tell you. There were some shorties in it though. The only real highlight was this little boy in front of me, with a curly aphro, who kept playing informal hide and seek with me, and even gave me a chocolate Santa Claus for no reason.
By the time I got to Philly, I had been up for 20 hours, and the only thing that got me through the next 5 hour layover was the 2 large slices of pizza I downed and the fact that there was football on. Still, I felt as if I was slightly drunk, being rather disoriented. I'm pretty sure I ended up staring unintentionally at alot of (unattractive) people, or maybe I just became paranoid at my own dazed state.
In any case, I got home safely and and currently emerging from jet-laggedness. I just perused my Greek cookbook this morning, and let me tell you, we are going to be one busy family this spring. In other news, I did a ton of crossword puzzles on the plane, have started my Italian mission, and miss our parea tons. Oh, and I'm terribly tempted to rent the Christmas special of the Office, but I'm resisting...for now.
But I stayed cool (obviously); the line wasn't that long, and since I was flying to Germany boarding wouldn't take long. When I got to the counter, everything was still acceptable in my mind until the lady informed me that my ticket wasn't paid for, which necessitated me going to another desk, buying the tickets, and coming back. This I did with all the fervor one can muster at 5:30 in the morning, but upon my return, the lady was nowhere in sight. Eventually I found a man willing to check my bag, by which time it was almost 6. "You need to go now," he said. Thanks, captain obvious. So off I sprinted, first to the counter where my bag was sent to the plane, then to security, then to the gate. The funny thing: I wasn't even the last one on the plane. Apparently there was more than one Tzos in Greece that day.
My ludicrosity continued upon landing in Frankfurt. My mental dialogue as the plane deboarded went something like this. "Do you have your passport?" "I dunno, but I'm sure I do." "Why don't you check?" "Dude, chill, why wouldn't it be in my pocket?" "At least look in the back of the seat in front of you." "Fine....oh, why is it there?" So yeah, I almost left my passport on the plane.
The rest of the day went off without a hitch. I went into Frankfurt during my long layover (the train takes less than 15 minutes), walked along the very pretty river, and hit up the sculpture museum, which contained some pretty cool items. My favorites were the paintings from Egypt and the Western Greek and Etruscan figurines. No discernible Christian destruction, sadly(?).
On my flight to Amerrrrca, I had the double disappointment of being offered as a film "Flicka" and then only getting to watch half of it (they just stopped playing it halfway through....cinematic euthanasia?). Tim McGraw is as good an actor is he is a creative musician, let me tell you. There were some shorties in it though. The only real highlight was this little boy in front of me, with a curly aphro, who kept playing informal hide and seek with me, and even gave me a chocolate Santa Claus for no reason.
By the time I got to Philly, I had been up for 20 hours, and the only thing that got me through the next 5 hour layover was the 2 large slices of pizza I downed and the fact that there was football on. Still, I felt as if I was slightly drunk, being rather disoriented. I'm pretty sure I ended up staring unintentionally at alot of (unattractive) people, or maybe I just became paranoid at my own dazed state.
In any case, I got home safely and and currently emerging from jet-laggedness. I just perused my Greek cookbook this morning, and let me tell you, we are going to be one busy family this spring. In other news, I did a ton of crossword puzzles on the plane, have started my Italian mission, and miss our parea tons. Oh, and I'm terribly tempted to rent the Christmas special of the Office, but I'm resisting...for now.
posted by Jeremy LaBuff at 7:41 AM
5 Comments:
Glad to finally hear the whole story. Your parea misses you, too. It's not the same here without you. Although Meg did spontaneously make cranberry white chocolate cookies last night. Delicious.
Miss you. :(
-Egg.
Egg, don't you mean nostimo? Our parea (nice use of italics, Jeremy) in Connecticut is way more annoying than our Greek one. For the record. Although I'm pretty sure my Greek parea might make me fat. Jeremy, I wish you had been there on Sunday evening for my incredulity at how your and Tzos's lack of travel savvy must make it difficult for you both to "compete daily among humans." Anyway, glad you made it home. More blogging, please.
You do know that you are never again allowed to make fun of me for being forgetful, right?
i'm not gonna lie to you, it's quiet as hell here. tonight we're going to christmas town in syntagma. i'm aiming to eat sugary treats until i go into a diabetic coma. then i'm coming back to the saloni and drinking meg-nog.
yesterday sara and i went to kaiseriani (sp?) and got lost trying to find it. we ended up in an underpass for the ethniki odos. found it eventually though. but not before we happened across what sara calls a tent city (really one tent) in the woods alongside the highway. glad to say we're still alive.
for the record, i hope everyone's having a good trip home. more later, fools. - h
I can't leave you a comment. You're right next to me. It's absurd. It's almost as bad as being on faceBook and having relationships based upon wallpaper or whatever that crap is.
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