My First Vacation Trip

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.

We still had another hour to see if we were going to make it out. We are flying standby so there is no guarantee. We got coffees and the endless line at the only Starbucks in our terminal, returning to stare at the clock

It was the 11th, the day that we arrived. My dad and my sister had already made it, and it was really late. My flight landed, and so had 16 others. We off of the flight, and headed straight for immigration. Last time we came, immigration took 5 minutes, but this time, it took 45! After the long immigration process, we went to the baggage belt, where we couldn’t find our bags. While we were walking to go and file a complaint, we found one of our bags off of the baggage belt. Others took our bags off of the belt, so we went around the belt to find the bags. After we found the bags, we headed out of the airport. It was 4 am, and as soon as we got home, we went to sleep. We got up at about nine and got ready to go to my aunt and uncle’s 25th anniversary

Lost my way in Seattle airport was the first thing made me felt nervous. It was already in America, but I didn’t have time to take a time for looking out the view outside because I couldn’t fine the place to transfer my luggage to Salt Lake City, also, the time was limited for boarding but I was still looking for where I could get the boarding pass. I was running in a hurry and kept asking people for help, it was winter but I

My father had to take care of the house while we were gone so he was going to drive us to the airport. As we got to the airport we said our goodbyes, we were a little late so we rushed through TSA security

Of course, I had to go through immigration, pick up my bag, and once again pass through security. Once I was in the gates, I started finding my gate, and by this time I had only 3 hours left to leave. I was desperately hungry, like if I hadn’t eaten for a long time. This was the first thing I did, eat. I waited there until it was time to board again. Like one hour before boarding, I started walking to my gate. People were all rushing, and desperately trying to go everywhere, so it took me awhile to get there. By 8:00pm, I already was inside the plane. About one-hour flight, I was so tired but refused to sleep. I watched all the people around me, and in that moment I felt so lonely in the plane because I didn’t know anybody at all. Once I got there I took a taxi, and went to my apartment where I had everything already set up since summer. I fell asleep and didn’t wake up until next

Once I arrived in Phoenix, the airport looked different and elegant. However, when the intercom came on, it announced my flight to Alaska was moved to a different terminal and is now boarding early. Rushing in fear to the other side of the airport, I was too afraid to miss my flight and being stranded in a state I never been in. Five minutes later, I arrived at my terminal just in time and boarded the plane. Once we took off I was getting hungry. I decided to look at the menu to eat some dinner since it was a six hour flight to Alaska. I ordered and got my cash out to the guy serving my dinner, until he rejected and says, “Sorry Mrs., we take cards now.” Too hungry, to sleep I arrive in Anchorage, Alaska six hours later. I was greeted by my

This is going to be about the first nerve racking time I rode a plane. It was 3:00 A.M. and I was getting up to go to the the airport. I wasn’t to thrilled that I was getting there that early but, it was worth it. We left for the airport and we first had to go to this parking lot where we left our car while we were on vacation. I was kind of nervous on leaving our car there but as a ride to the airport, we got a limo to the airport. I felt so cool riding to the airport in a limo.

I sat there thinking about my delay on the way over and thought it couldn’t be that bad again. I occupied myself by texting my first host family’s son and telling him everything that happened over the course of my trip since I left their house. Next thing I know my flight was delayed again, and then again. Furious from more delays I went up to the gate desk where they gave me a thirty-five dollar meal voucher along with everyone else on the flight. It was generous offer but not what I planned for upon arriving to the airport. This is how I became friends with the woman next to me real quick. Together we spent the next four hours waiting, until we get the announcement that our flight has been canceled due to engine problems. This meant we had to go claim our baggage and then stand in a four-hour long line to receive a hotel room and a fifty-dollar dinner voucher. While standing in line, the little voice in the back of my head kept reminding me that patience is key, so I took some deep breaths and did what had to be done until new flight arrangements were

There's not much you can do on a ten hour flight apart from sleep but sleep is what I'm avoiding since feeling jet lagged is not an option. I fill the ten hours with reading, listening to music and watching the film 'Orphan' in an attempt to trick my brain into being too scared to sleep, luckily for me, it worked. The flight time and time difference between LA and London means that the plane is touching down on the runway at 11pm, just after I finish the first book of the hunger games. Looking out of the window and seeing everything the complete opposite of LA fills me with a sense of safety, I couldn't feel any further from my parents if I tried. Unfortunately for me, I'm not the only one in on my secret now, they'll have woken up and realised that I'm not there, they'll be furious. After what seems like forever the seat belt symbol light goes off meaning I can finally get up and stretch my legs. I thank myself that I've only brought hand luggage as it makes my life a

On the way to the Chicago airport we all took a huge bus with rows of bench seats that picked us up from Dubuque then took us to the airport. I tried to sleep on the way there but I was just too excited to be on this vacation. The bus ride took around 4 hours and we had to stop at least three times. The first time was because the bus was overheating, the second time was for a bathroom break and the last time was because the bus was overheating again. I thought we were not going to make it to Chicago with the bus overheating but we did. We all piled out of the bus excited to stretch our legs and happy we finally made it.

The light to put our seatbelts on glowed as the captain spoke to us and flight attendants acted out safety instructions. At take-off my stomach was filled with butterflies, but I wasn't scared. My body was pushed into the seat but I pretended I was the captain of a fighter jet. When we were stable I discovered that flying wasn't that bad. And the ocean looked beautiful out the windows! I put on my CD player until the played the in-flight movie, Planet of the Apes. I didn't like it so I kept listening to my CD player all the way through dinner. I fell asleep but the sound of the captains voice woke me. He was telling us there was an hour left of the flight. Flight attendants asked us to stow away our bags and prepare for landing. Butterflies were fluttering in my stomach again as I anticipated the landing. I felt the plane lose

On a recent trip to the airport, I was stuck in over two hours of traffic. Finally, after reaching check-in, the line for Security just seemed to wrap and wrap around. “I will be calm,” I said. “I know I'm going to make the flight.” I had a wedding to get to, and I was already going to be three hours late to the event. After filing through security, I zoomed as fast as I could down the corridors, whisking past stores, people and escalators. I was there! The finish line was right in front of me and I ran to show my ticket to the ticketing agent. “Sorry, the flight is closed,” she said.

The one thing that I should always guard my life with was somehow lost, my passport. Of course it had to be me to lose my passport on our typical family vacation to Europe. It was more of a stress enhancer than a stress relief kind of trip. After traveling around Europe for weeks on end, I was exhausted and ready to go home and sleep in my cozy bed with my cat snuggled up by my face. I was packing up my bags in the London hotel room trying to think what I was forgetting, as I am normally very forgetful. I was confident that I had remembered everything, even though in the back of my mind I knew that was not possible. I stepped my foot into the street pretending that I was a fashion model in New York trying to catch a taxi cab. My family and I hopped into the eight passenger van, and started reminiscing on the positives and negatives of our once in a lifetime trip. Soon enough we arrive at the airport three hours before our flight departs, plenty of time to get a snack and watch the humongous planes takeoff and land. I step foot inside and instantly see millions of different cultures roaming around attempting to figure where to go out of the chaoticness of the airport. Then a lady, that looks as if she hates her job, strolls up to my family and I and asked, “May I see your passport.” So, I started rummaging through my bags trying to find the little blue book, that was somehow so important. I have practically turned my bags upside down desperately looking for it,

When I finally had my passport stamped and got my luggage, I made my way towards the arrivals hall. The number of people didn’t change but in fact looked like more, probably because the hall stretched out from one end to another. I slowly pulled along my suitcase as I met my uncle and I followed him to his car. On the way there, we went in a lift which was full of people.