So I am in my third and last week of vacation. Last week has been spent in Portugal. Beautiful country, it was a blast. My partner and I have visited different cities and we have spent some time at the pool as well. A nice relaxing week in the sun.
After spending some time in the sun, not having to do anything you would think everyone goes home relaxed, but that’s not true for everyone. Our stay in Portugal wasn’t to exciting, we had a relaxed time, so there is not much to write about. That is up to our trip home. That was….. interesting. My partner likes to go home late, so you have the ‘whole’ day to enjoy the last bit of your stay. I hate that. I would rather fly early morning, because the last day isn’t a day where I feel ‘relaxed’ in doing stuff, because you have to keep an eye on the time.
Our last day was a nice one. We hired a car for the duration of our stay, so we didn’t have to wait for a bus to pick us up. After lunch we started driving to the airport and we stopped to see some towns/cities on our way there. Nice and relaxed. The returning of the car went smooth and soon we were standing at the airport. We had clothes to change into in our carry-on luggage so we wouldn’t return home in a skirt and shorts, after all, the temperature back home was still good, but it would be colder, especially because we would land late at night. So we changed our clothes. I changed in a toilet stall first while my partner watched the luggage, and then I ‘guarded’ our stuff while he changed his clothes. While waiting a man talked to me asking if we were doing the same as him and his friend, the answer was yes! I loved being able to speak proper English, because him and his friends were from there. We talked about our stay a bit and going home and stuff, just chitchat, but I loved it.
When my partner came back out we made our way to the first line to wait in. The one where you hand in your luggage and get your boarding passes. At first we had five lines, and only two of them were for people who didn’t have a boarding pass yet, that would be us :D. After a while two more desks were opened up for us, but we stayed in the line we were in, because after all, we had a seat on the plane, you would have to wait in a different place if you made haste here, so we didn’t mind the wait.
Now I don’t know how it happened, but for some reason there were two rows waiting for the same desk, so the people to our left were waiting to be helped at the same desk as us. I figured it would be like driving a car from a two lane to a single lane, you pull in like a zipper. Not all people in line felt the same. A lady to our left especially wanted it to be known she felt other people where cutting in front of here. Those people didn’t react to here though, so she felt she had to repeat it over and over. She was standing next to those people that were doing her wrong, so she told the lady she was with over and over: “These Oldies are going to cut in front of us, wanna bet. But let them or else they will be wail about it.” Obviously a grown up that made those remarks, I had trouble keeping a straight face. Those ‘Oldies’ were about her age or younger. We would have been behind this woman, but the lines to our left were emptied out and so we were asked to go there. We past this point before our adult friend, I loved it.
We went on to our second line to wait in, the one where they check you and the belongings you want to take on board of the plane. We showed our boarding passes and were directed to a line to wait in. In the line next to us were the ‘oldies’ from before, so my partner asked them if they didn’t mind our line was moving faster and had a laugh with them for the childish behaviour of the other woman. We put everything in the trays and walked through the metal detector. We could walk through without trouble and got our belongings back. At that point I noticed I was still wearing my watch when I walked through the metal detector! No one had noticed and the thing hadn’t made a noise. My partner noted he was still wearing his watch as well. So much for security, but hey, on to the waiting room before boarding. We had been waiting in the first line for so long though that we already heard the announcer call for boarding the plane, so no waiting in the waiting room, strait through to the lines. They were short, so we got to the front in no time. The lady scanned our passes. A disapproving sound rang and her screen turned red. Oops. Now what. The screen said our boarding pass numbers did not occur in the list. How could that be? In the meantime the row behind us grew. I felt a bit ashamed even though I couldn’t help any of it. The lady checked the list of passengers, we were on it, still the boarding pass number was not recognised. Another person had to come take a look and after about ten minutes the thing was taken care of, we could go on. I was hoping we wouldn’t have more trouble boarding. It went flawless from that point.
In front of us in the plane was a couple with two kids, one of them still baby. We had the misfortune it cried about two of the three hours we were in the air. They can’t help that, so I didn’t mind, even though I normally hate noise. What I did mind though where here reactions to one of the cabin crew. The child had been silent for about a minute, then started up again. The steward passed her seat and started to sing ‘we are almost home’ to the baby. (The title is a direct translation). The woman flipped, said she had just calmed the kid down and it started to cry because of him now. I can tell you, it wasn’t him, the kid had begun to cry again before he started to sing. He meant well. Both parents told him to ‘walk on’. The woman stood up, kid in her arm and cursed loud enough for everyone on the plane to hear. The curse was both sacrilegious and hurting, because she placed a disease after the sacrilegious word. Not to nice. After a bit the steward came back to settle things because he didn’t feel good about how things had gone. He told them he had meant well and didn’t like here reacting the way she did, cursing with diseases and all. She actually acted like she didn’t get wat he meant and made him repeat it. Or she truly didn’t know, but that would be even sadder. Both sent him walking again, nog wanting to hear anything more from him. He wished them a pleasant flight. I felt for him. He tried to do something nice and this was the reaction he got!
I noticed both parents felt bad that everyone had to ‘deal’ with their crying kid, but that is no reason to react like that. She even whispered to her partner she was NOT going to apologise.
The wonderful thing about the flight was the pilot. He had so much passion for flying he kept using the intercom to tell us above what country we were and wat we could see (even though it was dark out). Why some regions had lights and others hadn’t. It was lovely. The last part of the flight brought another surprise. The pilot had told us what landing strip we would be using and that we had to taxi for about fifteen minutes after landing. Just before landing he told us we would be flying about five minutes longer, because we had been directed to another strip. Why? Because the plane before us had a tire blow out, so the landing strip we were supposed to land on had to be checked for rubber fragments so the next plane would not ‘trip up’.
Well that’s it. After that we got our luggage, went to our transport to get to our car and drove home. About a quarter past two that night we got into our own bed, in our own home. That is such a good feeling after a trip.