Wow, who would have thought that I would be writing this blog entry from the campus of Robert Morris University, but I just haven't had time to sit down. Also, I have to admit, writing this entry also means that I'm really not living in Rome anymore. OK, I know I've been back for about over 3 weeks, but between my mom's birthday, the celebration of my 21st birthday in the States, Christmas, and New Year's, this break has just flown by and I'm back at Bobby Mo already.
But back to my departure from Rome. Here's my scheduled itinerary: the shuttle bus picked up Shelby and me at our apartment at 8:15 AM. My flight left for London around noon. I landed in London around 2 PM and had an hour to board my plane to Washington, DC, which I figured would give me enough time to get through security, etc. I had booked the flight to DC Dulles Airport for 2 reasons: 1. It was cheaper than flying into Pittsburgh & 2. My relatives (the Taylor family, including my adorable goddaughter Madeline) lived north of DC in Crofton, MD, so when my parents picked me up at the airport, we would be able to visit with my relatives since I hadn't seen them in over 4 months!
Well, scratch that itinerary!!! Liz, my roommate, turned my world upside down when she woke me up at 6 AM. Our two friends, Russell and David, found out that their flights had been cancelled for that day and had texted Liz to let her know. I can't remember where they were flying into, but I started to panic just a bit. (The day before, I had received AlertDC e-mails saying that there was going to be a huge snowstorm in the metropolitan DC area the day I was flying back to the States.) Liz calmed me down and said that I should just double check that my flights weren't delayed or cancelled. I used our apartment's desktop computer since my lap top was already packed away in my carry-on luggage. My flight from London to DC was right on schedule, but I had one BIG problem: my flight from Rome to London was delayed for some reason and was only departing Rome at 6 PM!! That would mean I would miss my 3 PM flight from London to DC. Which was a very BIG problem, considering there was going to be that massive snow storm in DC, meaning if I didn't catch that flight, I would probably be stuck in the Heathrow Airport overnight, which was something I did not want to do.
So, there I am, around 6:15 AM on Saturday morning, in panic mode. I called British Airways and explained my predicament to the customer representative, asking her if there is ANYTHING she could possibly do to help me out. I remember her saying, there is one solution- I could book you on the 7:55 AM flight from Rome to London, then you would be able to catch your 3 PM flight to DC. I don't even remember thinking about the situation, I just remember saying on the phone, "Yes! Book me on that flight and I'll get to the airport ASAP." Now that I knew I would be making my flight, I frantically gathered my belongings that I hadn't packed. My roommates were the best- one of them called a cab for me, while the other made sure I didn't forget any of my belongings. I rushed down the stairs of my Roman apartment, and I started crying. I would never live in this apartment again, probably won't see it for a very long time. The mix of emotions came over me and I literally waited two minutes for my cab to arrive while my roommates said good-bye to me and helped me pack my 5 bags into the trunk- 3 checked bags and 2 carry-on bags. I couldn't believe- I was really leaving Rome. I continued to sob a little bit as the cab driver maneuvered the car to the Fiumicino Airport. As much as I despised the crowded buses and the humid weather at the beginning of my experience, I reflected that I really fell in love with Roma bella- her ancient ruins, cobblestone streets, old buildings next to modern ones, her delicious food (pizza!) and vino, her churches and basilicas, her Colosseum, her language, and most of all, her fountains. Anytime I see a fountain in the U.S., I know I'll try to compare it to a fountain I saw in Rome or Italy.
As I arrived at the airport, I realized that this is where it all began- I had landed in Rome approximately 4 months before, just after spending 5 days in Copenhagen with Maria. That had seemed so long ago, yet almost seemed like just yesterday. I can't even try to explain how time worked when I was in Europe, but it always seems like you'll have more time to do things, see things, experience things, but then time runs out on you, and you have to move onto the next city, a new country, a different but exciting experience. I checked in for my 7:55 AM flight at the British Airways desk, checked my luggage, and I was told that my luggage would be going straight to DC and I didn't have to worry about re-checking it in London. Well, that was good news, but I was still anxious to make sure I made it through security and to my gate in time to depart for London. The woman at the desk printed my boarding pass, and I went through security. I easily read the signs and worked my way to the gate to board the plane. The flight from Rome to London was relaxing. Once I sat in my assigned window seat, they fed us a delicious breakfast and I took a quick nap, hoping I would be rejuvenated for my layover in Heathrow.
After getting off the plane in London and seeing the snow on the ground, I was excited to be in England again. I know I obviously wouldn't have time to go and see more of the city (though I would have loved to do that!), I knew for certain that I will be back, whether for business or pleasure. I walk toward the gates that says "Connecting Flights" and hand the woman my boarding pass for my 3 PM flight. She scans my pass and looks at the screen, looks at me kind of funny, looks at the screen again and makes a face, and looks at me once again with that funny look on her face. "Ma'am, this flight has been cancelled. You have to go to the ticket counter at customer services and they will take care of you." NO WAY! I did not just rush around my apartment at 6:30 AM to hurriedly catch the earlier flight, just to learn that my flight had been cancelled. I calmly walked to the end of the line at the customer service line. Other people were having the same problems, so I tried to remain as calm as possible. Once it was my turn, though, I'm not going to lie- I started tearing up as I was explaining my current situation to the BA customer representative. She was typing away on her keyboard, and of course, I didn't have
any experience with flying in the winter, let alone flying alone. I was worried that all flights to DC would be delayed due to the snowstorm, and I kept asking her if I could fly into another city, like Philadelphia maybe. (Little did I know, all my friends that were supposed to fly into Philly flew into Pittsburgh instead- boy, did I wish I had been on their flight- I would have been so much closer to home!) The BA rep put me on standby for a 10:55 AM flight- mind you, my flight had landed in London at 10 AM- I had even less time than I did in Rome to go through security and get to the gate. And, since I was on standby, I wasn’t guaranteed a seat: I would only get a seat if someone didn’t show up. I was really nervous about making it to the gate in time. I handed my standby boarding pass to the woman at the “Connecting Flights” desk, she let me go through easily this time, no funny/confused faces involved. I rode the escalator up to security, and the security personnel allowed me to skip the line because I showed them the time of my flight- less than a half hour until they started boarding the plane and shutting the gate. I walk as calmly as possible in the direction of my gate, and of course I have to take a tram to get to the terminal, as the Heathrow Airport is pretty big. I rush to my gate, and ask if I would be able to board with my stand-by pass. The BA employee does her thing on the computer and magically prints my ticket- I’m overwhelmed with joy! I’m on my way home! I turned on my Italian cell phone to try to call my parents to let them know I’ll be flying in earlier. My Italian cell phone didn’t have service, though. Oh, well, it was out of my control and I couldn’t do anything about it. I would cross that bridge when I came to it after landing in the States.
I successfully boarded the plane and made my way to my window seat- I love sitting by the window now that I have some experience flying. This plane was huge! It was definitely bigger than the SAS plane that I rode in from Pittsburgh to Copenhagen. We had to wait on the runway for about an hour before we could take off- something about snow on the runway. I sat next to a man who was an American civilian working for the military in the Middle East and was coming home for his 45th anniversary. I thought it was a cute story. And then, we took off for DC. They fed us a big lunch, and then I settled in to watch a movie. I napped a little bit, and then it was time for tea- they gave us sandwiches and tea or coffee. The food was really good, surprisingly. The 8 hour flight wasn’t too long, and the landing was very smooth, considering all the snow on the runway in the Dulles Airport.
Then, the nightmare of my dreams became a reality. Well, I guess that’s kind of an exaggeration, but it was close to a nightmare. I turned my American cell phone on in an attempt to call my parents to let them know I had landed. It wasn’t active because my mom had de-activated my line while I was in Italy. Well, I guess she thought that she had activated it, but obviously she had not. So, as we made our way to the airport, I asked the nice girl beside me if I could use her cell phone. She only had an international cell phone that didn’t work in the States, since she worked in Dubai. I asked another woman beside me, who ended up being British and she said snootily, yes you can use my phone, but it’s a British phone, so don’t use it for too long. I quickly tried to call my mom, who somehow missed my call. I went into panic mode once again. No one knew I had landed in DC- they had my previous flight numbers to check on their status, and from that information, they thought I would be spending the night in London. Well, they were wrong. I still had to fill out my customs form, and luckily, I had a pen- something that another student coming back from traveling abroad did not have. But, he was in possession of a phone! Perfect for both of us- he borrowed my pen and filled out the form while I used his phone to call my cousin Jenn, who lives in Maryland, just north of DC and Baltimore. I frantically told her what happened, and she said that she would try calling my mom to let her know that she needs to activate my phone so that I can easily be in touch with everyone. I hung up the phone and thanked the student again. I breezed through customs and walked to the baggage claim area. I found the nice girl with the international cell phone who was working in Dubai. She was friendly and a good person to talk with to calm my nerves. I read my book for a little, and then realized that I had a missed call on my American phone- which meant it must have been activated!!!! I was so excited, I called Jenn back to see if she or her husband could come pick me up. She had some bad news for me- the roads were pretty bad, since DC hardly ever gets hit with snowstorms of this size, and she thought it would take Bert about 3 hours to get to the airport, and then travel three hours back to their house, which was just a long trip in general for both of us. Her solution was to find a hotel near the airport that had a shuttle to it, so that I wouldn’t have to worry about a taxi. She was going to look for one while I called my mom to talk to her. As soon as I started talking to my mom, the tears came again, only they were happy tears, not panic mode tears. I was just so relieved and happy to hear her voice and let her know I was safe. Talking to my dad, the same emotions came over me again. Then, my Aunt Gail called me, frantically telling me not to pay this amount for a hotel and giving me all this advice. Between the calls from my three female relatives, I was a little overwhelmed.
And to top it all off, I was informed that I wouldn’t be able to claim my luggage that night- with all the snow, the equipment couldn’t get to our plane to get the luggage off. :( I wasn’t very happy- all my shampoo, body wash, and various other liquid hygienic items were in my checked luggage because I wasn’t allowed to pack them in my carry-on. I also only had one change of clothes. Oh, well, I was just going to have to live with what I have. I went outside with my carry-on luggage in tow, waiting for the shuttle to my hotel. I waited outside probably only about 20 minutes, but it felt like an hour, since I wasn’t wearing boots and my feet were exposed to the cold and snow. I boarded the shuttle and checked into my hotel. I took a nice hot shower and called my mom again to let her know that I had made it to my hotel. I fell asleep to watching the movie “He’s Just Not That into You.” I was exhausted from my trip and easily fell asleep. I was almost adjusted back to the time change, and it was only my second day back to the States. I woke up the next morning to go to continental breakfast in the lobby. Then, Bert picked me up. It was so good to see a familiar face. It only took us about 1 ½ hours to travel to their home, but first I wanted to swing around to the airport just to check if I could get my luggage. Unfortunately, BA was not open. I could see my luggage locked safely in a room, but there was no way to get into that room. I was a little upset, but realized that I should be thankful I landed safe and sound in the States and my baggage could take a back-seat priority. I played with Madeline and her new baby brother Nicholas and visited with Jenn to pass the time. My parents arrived at Jenn and Bert’s house, and I was so happy to see them. I hadn’t physically hugged them in over 4 months! It was so good to finally be with them in person. We stayed one extra night at their house because I was told by British Airways that I could pick up my luggage at 1:30 PM. Then, later that night, I was told I would be only be able to pick it up at 3:30 PM, which was too late for our schedules. I was promised that it would be shipped out to me the following day. Needless to say, I didn’t receive all three pieces of my luggage until about a week after Christmas, but everyone understood when I told them their Christmas presents were on their way. It was so different living back in St. Marys, but I was so busy celebrating my mom’s birthday and going out to the bars for the first time, celebrating Christmas with my friends and family, and visiting with everyone, telling them about my Eurotrip that I didn’t really have time to adjust or have that reverse culture shock. The culture shock didn’t really sink in until after New Year’s Day. But I think that topic might be another for another blog entry, probably my final entry.
But looking back on it now, I realize that I reacted with the right problem-solving skills. I didn't freak out, I just knew that I would have to find a solution, whether it meant switching airlines, getting on another earlier flight, or even flying into a different city, it could be done. And as for my cell phone and luggage issues, I realize that you just have to go with the flow. This journey has taught me to be flexible- life could be worse than being without a cell phone and having delayed baggage. And I realize now also that you have to prepare for change, you just can't react to it. So, the next time I fly by myself across an ocean, I'll be prepared in case this happens again. I'll pack my carry-on so that I have the appropriate necessities in case I am stranded again. I guess I learned my lesson, but I really didn't think I would have that much trouble with my luggage. Live and learn I guess!
So I'm not sure if the end of this blog means that I won't be blogging again for awhile or if I'll find something to blog about. Or maybe this isn't the end of this blog at all- I think I still have some more reflecting to do on my study abroad experience and how it has affected my outlook on life. I've learned a lot about myself and others through this experience, and it has most definitely changed me as a person. Until next time, as the Italians say, Ciao!!
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