We stayed up all night. That probably wasn't the most logical decision. I tried to upload a video tonight from
facebook but it didn't load. I chatted with a couple of people on
IM, then came in around 3 to get a shower and pack. We STILL don't have hot water, but every time Ben came out of the bathroom, I thought there was steam. I'm like, "HOW DID YOU GET HOT WATER?" He would always say "The steam is from me, not the water." I didn't believe him, but then I learned that your body produces more heat when you get really cold, and taking a shower under that water…I understand why. It was
SOOO COLD. Grace was asleep on our beds when I got in, she woke up pretty soon though. After my chilling experience in the shower (oh and Raf borrowed my shampoo to help hydrate his hair and used it as gel.
Haha), I started to pack. I hate packing, but I guess it is for the last time. At 3:45, Michael came in our room and said it was time to load the buses, even though we still had 15 minutes. Well, I wasn't totally packed yet, and Ben was still
transferring files from my computer. I quickly tried to shove things in every place I could think of, and
hurriedly exited the upstairs door. I made sure to prop the door because it looked like it was locked. I quickly made my way to the bus, and it looked like everyone was already in the bus. I quickly sprinted back upstairs to get my laptop and
bookbag. As I approach the door, I see Ben coming out. I quickly yelled for him to hold the door. He responded with, "Oh no, it doesn't lock." But as I reached it and tried to open, I found out that it was, in fact, locked. And it wasn't for him because a very good friend of his had PROPPED the DOOR! I
hurriedly ran around the hotel to the other entrance, ran up 2 flights of stairs, and got my stuff. I had no time to do a once-over of the room, so I quickly and
spastically glanced about as I ran out towards the bus. I was the last one on. As soon as I got on, the bus driver started driving. We left at exactly 4:01 AM. (if it helps, I was really on time for the
original orders to load up at 4).
We got the the airport, where Asia got questioned for like 10-15 minutes about her luggage and books and stuff. We were a little worried. She returned eventually and we continued to wait in a line that literally NEVER MOVED. It was then that we heard a "Where's Banana?" (That meant Hannah). As soon as we heard it all of our stomachs dropped. We all know we hadn't seen Hannah since last night. As we quickly glanced around, we knew the inevitable had occurred - Hannah was still at the hotel! We felt HORRIBLE! No one noticed she was gone until about an hour and a half after we left. Michael had already left us - so we didn't know who to tell. We eventually saw Michael come back in from outside, and we yelled to him HANNAH! He nodded like he already knew. We were so sad. But there really wasn't anything we could do.
We got
thru the
pre-security luggage you have to go
thru BEFORE you can check in to your flight. Then we checked our bags. There were shady
McDonalds outside the next security checkpoint (the one with your
carryons). We didn't want to eat there. I had to throw out my water bottle because I thought they wouldn't let me keep it - which was false. Everyone else kept theirs. I felt stupid. Laws are different in Israel. This security point was different than one in the US. There were 10 lines close to each other, and you just stood in a big mass and guessed what line you were in. Lucky for some of us, number 11 opened right in front of us. About 8 of us got through pretty quickly. We then went to
McDonalds for breakfast. Remembering how incredibly awful the food is
in Paris prompted us to buy chicken nugget value meals for 40
shekels (about 12-13 dollars!!!). Ridiculous. But we figured you gotta eat sometime - and we were hungry. And wanted some decent food. We were there for probably a half hour before the others found us - they had just made it through security. Some people had to eat their food right before we got on the plane.
Esohe, Shawna, and I all sat together on this flight together, just like last time. It's an alphabetical thing I think. I remember not being able to sleep much on this flight. And ironically, before the flight when we were in a long line, there was a fussy baby. I jokingly made a comment to Jordan about that baby being being beside her. Well, it wasn't beside her, but we had a fussy 2 year old 2 rows back. And the kid would NOT CALM DOWN. And he wouldn't cry - he was just fussy and would just fuss for the sake of fussing! The last 2 hours of the plane ride were pure joy and delight! And I think he set off another baby ahead of us. At times I didn't even know where the sound was coming from. That was a joyous ride. I don't even remember if there was food. It probably wasn't good if we had any.
We got into Paris
around 12:30-1. And guess what? We found actual food! REAL LIVE FOOD! It was weird getting there - we had to take a train thing to our terminal, and go
thru the "green" line (which is a cool idea - the red line is for the planes getting ready to leave, yellow is ones ready to board, and green is for those who have time). After that, we spotted a FOOD COURT and we got to eat REAL FOOD! We had some curry chicken and egg noodles. It was really good (of course, we paid way too much for the food. Go figure. I probably paid more money for airport food than I spent in over a week of eating Israeli food). But most of us ate here. I ate with Kevin Josh and Billy. Lydia Shawna and I had to squish in an elevator with our
little carts to get up to the food court - that was fun. We also revisited this food station again to fill up our water bottles - which proved useful on our next insanely long flight.
We had about 3 hours to kill before our next flight, so we went shopping, kind of. We
didn’t buy anything, but searched in a lot of stores. I personally don't know who buys high fashion clothes in an airport. Maybe people whose bags get lost or something like that. I also am curious to know how one comes to work in the airport. That's a cool job - you get to meet people from all over the world. But that's a different tangent. Jordan
doesn’t like
waiting for anything, so we quickly found our gate where
Esohe was the mother hen, guarding
everyone's carryons. I climbed under the row of seats and tried to sleep. I think I got about an hour of sleep under those seats, and woke up to people's legs in front of me. Yes, they were "sitting on top of me." It was interesting. I climbed out and got some water from the restaurant before people like flooded the gate and the line became way too long. There were about 450 people on our flight; we were on a double
decker plane. I thought it would be a lot cooler than it actually was. But I was only on the first deck. Sitting next to Billy and Shawna (who switched because she has stranger-phobia).
Lol. Welcome to the flight that NEVER ENDED.
They had good shows on this plane, and we could actually watch them, so it was better quality than our first flight across the Atlantic. They had PRINCE CASPIAN which is a really great flick. Sometimes it gets slow, but when it ends I get happy. Plus they had 2 episodes of FRIENDS so I was a happy camper. They also had Made of Honor and Iron Man. I watched Prince Caspian eventually and the Friends episodes. Then it was about halfway
thru the flight and I was kind of
movied out, so I tried to sleep. Like, seriously tried to sleep. To no avail. I could NOT get comfortable. I might have slept an hour. I went back to see Benjamin and talked to him a little bit. I
fidgeted with my
ipod and my little complimentary sleep mask and tried to sleep some more. Yeah, it didn't work so well. Even though we had comfortable
accommodations. And the guy in front of me just kept reclining. I wasn't a fan of him, solely for the fact that whenever I wanted to move, it was practically impossible. When I whipped out my laptop to complete my evaluation on this trip, I couldn't use my little desk thing because he was reclined too far. But I got a little bit done, and then we just talked to each other until we were about to land. Then, they made some announcement about how the runway at JFK was full and how we had to circle a time around the airport to accommodate us with the heavy traffic in the airport. And I chose this time to knock out for a while. When I awoke an hour later, they had just made an announcement, and all I had caught was something about Boston. I looked over to Shawna, who told me I was out for about an hour, that we had circled the airport about 6 times, and that we were headed to Boston. That was a problem, because my dad was at JFK waiting to pick me up. It was 7:30 now, an hour later than what they anticipated we would land. And we were EN ROUTE to Boston. I was like…oh stink bomb.
I went back to visit Ben to see if he had heard the announcement. He was discussing it with some flight attendants and people. People were like, why are we going to Boston when Boston always gets
NYC's weather? Because apparently the weather was a factor. Something about refueling. I was so confused. Eventually this is what we found out from talking to all these strangers: We were going to Boston to FUEL UP, but that we were going to fly back to NYC after the weather cleared. But a lot of us were scared that the bad weather that JFK had that
prevented us from landing would travel to Boston and ground us in Boston overnight.
We arrived in Boston. And then we had fun talking to each other, with a little bit of grumbling because they wouldn't let us off the plane. We came to the conclusion that God wasn't ready to let us separate yet, and this was just 'prolonging the experience' for us. Some people weren't so happy - some people live in Boston, some people could find a better flight OUT OF
boston, and all of us just wanted to get home. Billy missed his connecting flight, as did Shawna. Ben called Jet Blue and got the last seat on the 6 am to DC because he missed his. The airline craft people told us we had to get into our seats. So we did that. And had nothing to do. Then 30 min later we had to put on our seat belts, because we were nearing
departure. So we obeyed. 2 hours later we were taking off on the runway. And the aircraft was quiet during those 2 hours - people trying to sleep, to get comfortable. I was among those trying, but one of the unsuccessful ones. However, as soon as we took off and were in the air, I was out, and woke up to us landing in DC. That was a nice hour nap.
We congregated outside the plane to make sure we had everyone (not Hannah, but everyone else). We then went through immigration, which was cake, and then got our luggage. Thank the Lord no one's were ruined. There we said our goodbyes. We thought they would be really emotional, like the ones with
AmiAnn & Hope, but really, they weren't. At all. We all wanted to get home - so it was hugs and I'll be calling/
facebooking you. I will miss this people. But I need my sleep more.
Went outside, immediately saw Dad, got in the car, and drove 4 hours home. We arrived at 4:30 AM.
Woohoo. I got in bed around 5. 32 hours of travel. And although I love Israel, There's no place like home. (Music plays as I drift off to sleep in my own bed…)
Thanks for reading. I'll be posting some post-trip reflections in the next month.
Shalom. From good
ol' Dover, PA.