My Aunt 's House For Our Traditional Sunday Dinner

I finally walked through security safely, and caught up with everyone else. It was ultimately time to board and we gathered in a single file line to give our boarding passes to the flight attendants. Stepping onto the plane itself was the world’s best feeling. I could feel my body get tense and my face lit up. We took our seats and with my luck I was stuck with the middle. Due to the circumstances, I dealt with it. Being that it was a 10 hour flight, I needed ways to keep myself occupied. Therefore, I reclined my seat and fell into a gently sleep.

I ran around the house, informing everybody that I found my ticket. Although my parents were so relieved that my ticket was found, they were also worried we would miss the flight. My dad quickly carries down everyone’s luggage, putting it by the door. With only a matter of minutes to spare, everyone grabs their luggage and runs out the door. My parents help my sister and I put our luggage into the trunk and everyone grabs their seat in the car. As the car engines fires up, everyone makes a last minute check, making sure they have everything, especially their

In the months, weeks, and eventually days leading up to my flight to Germany the panic was gnawing away at me. Despite the fact that this wasn’t the first time I was venturing out without my parents or even my first time on a plane, it was my first time for a myriad of other experiences in my life. My first international adventure, my first time living with a family that wasn’t my own, and my first time being surrounded by people speaking a different language; all of which began with a simple decision to cross the threshold between the jet bridge and the plane.

It was still about five hours until our flight and Alfred looked starved after going without food for an hour. We found a parking spot to abandon his car in until we came back from the trip. The bus to the terminal took a while, but it did not justify waking up so early for the 11 o’ clock flight. It wasn’t until we got inside that I found out just how much the airport has changed. We checked in our luggage and printed out our tickets at this machine that scanned our passports. We went up an escalator to find our gate, but before we could get to it there was this huge line we had to go through.

When our flight was coming to an end I looked out the window of the airplane and saw a lot of ocean. It was a pretty blue and very clear in most parts, to the right I could see we were approaching the island and I could not have been more eager to be off the plane and in the warm weather.

After everyone got ready to go, we got our bags and headed down stairs to check out of our rooms. All of that was finished it was time for us to go to Cancun, we all loaded up into a "shuttle" they called it and drove to the airport. It was about a twenty minute drive. When we got to the airport we unloaded all of our things from the "shuttle," and headed into the airport. When we got inside the airport we went over to baggage check, and they scanned our passports, weighed our bags, and then sent them off to be loaded into the plane. Once we got all done with that we made our way to security, and they checked out carry on's and out electronics. After we finished with security we then walked over to where all the stores and food places were located. Me, my mom, and my brother had an omelet for breakfast it was pretty good for airport food. After everything was finished we then went over to the place where we sit and wait until we board the plane. We waited for about ten minutes, and then Me, My grandma, My cousin Sean, and my grandpa pre boarded so we could save seats for all fourteen of us. Everyone had finally boarded the plane and after about twenty minutes of waiting, the plane then took off and we were on our way to Cancun, Mexico. A three and a half hour flight felt like forever, we went over New Orleans, St.Louis, and for about an hour and thirty

As soon as the door opened, the heat hit me. It was like putting a hot iron in front of my face. But it felt even worse as there was a slight wind which pushed the heat towards me. My body was surrounded in a blanket of heat and I even started to sweat slightly. My uncle told me to wait by the lift as he went to collect the car so I wouldn’t have to walk as far and drag my suitcase along. While I waited, I took time to look around at the surroundings. I could see mountains which stretched towards the clouds and the airport behind me. There were a vast number of people walking around from their flight looking drowsy and with no energy. The frequent red double-decker bus also came and a few planes flew above my head. I didn’t even have to look, but I could hear the planes departing and arriving. The planes all looked the same in the sky, big and white with some sort of logo. During the wait, I took a few steps to take away the cramp. Although I had trainers on, I could feel and see that the floor was new. The concrete looked

The airport was huge, it was filled with people going different places so it was hard for us to walk fast or anything. We luckily got to our flight on time and sat and waited to board our next flight. It was time to board, our last flight to be in a whole different face of the world. Getting on this flight was very relaxing knowing we are getting closer and closer to our destination, we got seated with smiled on our faces. I was still pretty exhausted so I leaned the chair back and out I went again. Waking up we were on the downhill slide of the plane ride, the plane was decreasing evaluation getting closer to the ground which lead us to land. Landing was smooth, which made it a lot

I step off the plane grateful for the safe landing as I wait for the my family to get out of the plane, my little brother comes out with his hair all messed up and matted from the long flight, he gets airsick . While we walk to the baggage claim I look around trying to absorb everything around me thinking, “so this is what it's like in America”. Remembering how sad it was to leave behind all my friends especially Claire and Bella, the airport in France was just a cryfest, we were hugging so long they had to ask us to stop unless we wanted to miss the flight. They both shouted YES! But I knew I had to go, I waved to them until they were just little specks in the backround.

I am forced out of bed before the sun gets the chance by the high-pitched screaming of my alarm. Working against the clock, my brain fights the last-minute task of arranging all my clothes into a suitcase. The taxi ride to the airport is all but a tired blur. With a long hug and a bittersweet speech from my parents, I am off on my own to break new boundaries. The airport and I are no strangers.

It was 7:00 am on a summer morning and I was still in a daze after just being woken up. Today was to the day that I was going to see my sister and as soon as I made sure I had everything, I headed out. My sister lived far and instead of wasting gas to drive, I was going to fly. I was on my way to the airport with my mom and grandma and as we got closer, my heart began to race with fear and anticipation. It wasn’t because I was afraid of flying, because I actually loved it. I loved the way fields looked like worn quilts from so high above. However this time was different, because on this trip, my family would not be accompanying me and I would be flying alone.

The airport was not very busy, due to the arrival during nighttime. A lot of stress is often involved with going to the airport because it means one must leave their friends and family behind in order to embark on their trip. The airport I departed from was, Charlotte Douglas International Airport. As soon as I arrived, I raced to the terminal, said goodbye to my family and took the flight to Dulles International Airport in Washington, DC. As I boarded the plane, I thought to myself that this was the first time in my life that was flying solo. Although it was kind of an eerie thought, I learned to cope with

It was 11PM, and after the black tie dinner in the dining car, we were all invited to let loose, and enjoy a piano man in the bar car. What you can’t tell by this picture is that I was completely and utterly jet-lagged. About 18 hours before, we had arrived in Venice, Italy after a 14 hour journey where my suitcase was held my suitcase captive. With gross plane-smelling sweats on, I finally received my luggage, and had to rush onto the boat that took us to the train station where I would continue being in transit for another 24 hours all the way to Paris. But who’s complaining? Fully aware of how absurd the moment is, I decide not to sleep because sometimes, real life is better than anything you can imagine in your

Nervousness and uncertainty entered my mind while sitting in Newark Airport, I reflected on how this experience would impact my life, as I entered the aircraft I felt tenser and very excited at the same time. It was time for takeoff, I read a book for 1 hour, wrote down things I wanted to see, and then feel asleep until we landed. When I came through Customs in Arlanda Airport I was greeted by my mom’s uncle Robel and two of my cousins, I was surprised how fluent they all were in English.

My grandpa told me to be safe and his mustache tickled as he kissed my cheek. I hugged and kissed my grandma then walked to the line. A sign and security employee directed me to place my backpack on a x-ray conveyor then walk through the gate. On the other side was my escort who would take me to the plane. She brought me to the plane and I boarded before the other passengers. I relaxed until the first passengers arrived. I quietly listened to their conversations and waited for the passengers who would sit next to me in the center isle. The doors were shut and still my row was empty except for me.