And now to begin, maybe it's worth telling the story of me missing my flight out of Gothenburg to come home which ended up delaying me a whole 24 hours. I was gonna skip this, but what is something like this, if not a story?
Okay, so I spent the night before my projected fly-out date packing, cleaning my apartment, and watching movies with my friend, Mira. I think I only got in a 15 minute nap that night and then took the shuttle bus to the airport in the morning to catch what I thought was a 1.40pm flight out of Gothenburg. Boy, was I wrong and this really got me into a pretty big spot of trouble.
My flight time had been changed to 12.35pm and my bags were overweight. I didn't realize that my flight time was changed until it was nearly 12.30pm because I was busy trying to decide what to throw out of my bags. It was quite the task.
I had two luggage bags, one smaller black one and one large blue one. Both were allowed an absolute maximum of 32kg and I was a bit over on the blue bag. I had to reorganize a bit, so I threw a lot of heavy stuff into my black bag and I ended up having to throw away my new portable speakers, a few souvenir rocks, my kubb set, some random papers, and my sister's pants... among other things I'm surely forgetting.
I ended up staying in the airport overnight and I remember sleeping an uncomfortable sleep.
You know, one in which I am sleeping but watching over my bags at the same time. I had just changed all of my Swedish coins into Swedish bills and made my way upstairs to the couches to relax only to find myself teased by a vending machine that only takes coins and sitting and staring into the food court that can only be reached by going through security. The only other place to get some food was downstairs which was annoying to get to seeing as I wheeled each of my bags up the escalator one by one. And me, I was feeling quite tired and defeated by that time, so yeah -- didn't eat much.
My sentence structures are sounding really strange right now, but I'm sure you can forgive me seeing as I have already forgiven myself.
Oh, and so I ended up taking a flight the next morning to Copenhagen where I had my first real meal in nearly 24 hours, then had a 5 hour lay-over there before flying into Seattle.
Yes, so this experience was not the most fun, but it was something that needed to happen to me because it taught me some lessons I needed to learn. What lessons?
1) pack lightly/know your luggage weight restrictions/own a scale.
2) quadruple check your departure times, then check again.
3) currency exchange places don't change coins for you, so switch your foreign coins into bills before leaving that country.
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