On Saturday
I was on my way see the dear relatives at home again. Everything was just fine,
I was more nervous than I had to be because my Dad said quite often before how
easy it would be to end up at a wrong terminal and that I there would be no way
to still get my flight if that would happen -.-
Weil meine
Eltern mein Ticket erst ziemlich spät gebucht haben waren nur noch Sitze in der
Business Class frei (uuups) und so hatte ich meine erste nicht-Economy
Erfahrung zu der auch eine BUSINESS-LOUNGE gehört. Nach dem ich da
erstmal komplett in die falsche Richtung gelaufen bin und in einem total
falschen Teil vom Terminal gestrandet bin habe ich dann doch noch meinen Weg zu
eben dieser Lounge gefunden. Dort habe ich dann erstmal rausgefunden, dass mein
Flug eine Dreiviertelstunde Verspätung haben würde. Das hat mir aber nicht so
viel ausgemacht, ich habe auch schon in weniger einladenden Umgebungen gewartet:
Because my
parents booked my ticket pretty late there were only seats in the Business
Class still available and so I had my first not-Economy experience including a
BUSINESS-LOUNGE. After I at first walked into a completely wrong direction and
ended up in a totally wrong part of the terminal I actually found my way to
this lounge. There I found out that my flight would be 45 minutes late. But
that didn’t bother me too much, I have already waited in less inviting environments:
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| Muffin & Mincepie (very english thing for Xmas) |
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| Der Sonnenuntergang vom Flugzeug (sah in Wirklichkeit besser aus). The sunset from the plane (it looked better in reality). |
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| o.o |
I would have
nearly ended the post here, without mentioning the actual seeing my parents
again and so on. Of course it was nice to hug my parents again and literally
getting home. When I came into my room the first thing I did was actually
falling into my bed and cuddling my blanket (this is so sad). I wish I could
take my room with me when I am going to go back :(
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