The Terminal

Never have I felt more like Tom Hanks than on this 2-day epic journey from North America to Africa. A fairly pleasant 6-hour flight from Boston to London Heathrow’s airport on Virgin Atlantic involved individual TVs, a wide selection of movies, video games and flowing wine. The most brutal aspect of this journey was by far the ridiculously long layover in London's Heathrow Airport. For thirteen hours, I wandered around the god-forsakenly biggest airport I've ever seen, waited for the freaking South African Airways booth to open, and searched for hidden benches to sleep on without looking like a complete degenerate. I ended up sleeping on a bench outside a cafe for like 5 hours while waiting for Lindsey (my friend from Wellesley who is also doing CIEE in Cape Town, thank god!) to arrive in Heathrow. I couldn't meet her at her gate as originally planned because I'm retarded and went to the wrong area outside the airport and couldn't get back inside for hours. When I finally went inside and searched frantically for Lindsey throughout this entire airport (did I mention its HUGE), I laid down in defeat in fetal position and tried to go back to sleep so this entire nightmare would be over. Then I hear someone call my name... it's LINDSEY!!! We're both a hot mess- sleep deprived, hungry, and frazzled. She apparently was looking for me too and noticed a girl reading Obama's Dreams of My Father and realized it must be me. 

Reunited and It Feels SO Good

So me and Linds catch up and all that good stuff~ we finally board the plane for our next 12 hour flight from London to Cape Town. This flight isn't that bad as well- more wine, more movies, some Planet Blue (courtesy of Lindsey), more Obama, and sleep.

I have a confession to make. I know this is wrong and everyone thinks its gross... but I really love airplane food. It's so freaking cute! Everything is individually wrapped and portioned like the dressing, and sauce, and salad, and desert, etc. I love opening the little different packets in chronological order and mixing things together and thinking about how the airline made it keep so long. haha, I know. shameful... and I call myself a foodie... Anyways, the moral of the story is that international flights are SO much better than domestic flights- even when they are 2 day long epic adventures.