Well , we’re off to a bumpy start. The flight from Chicago to New York was “out of service” so they had to find a new plane and sent us to a different gate to catch a flight an hour later. By the time we got to New York, the gate was closed for our flight to Milan, even thought we could all see our plane, sitting there outside the window. Grace waved to the pilot and he waved back..and then they moved the walkway out toward the plane and I thought we had a chance to make it. Nope. Just teasing us. There were about ten of us, they must have sold our tickets.
We had to rebook and six of us were sent to the ticket lines, where we found a flight through London to Milan leaving at 9:35pm tonight. We met a couple traveling to Milan to work for a church . They’ve going to live there. Another woman was from Milan, in the United States for holiday to see her son, who was from Argentina…or something like that? Anyway, I talked to her a bit and she practiced her English with me and I used some Spanish when I could…that was pretty cool.
Now Grace, Lydia, and I are sitting, waiting for out flight out of NYC, exhausted already. It’s amazing how much language barriers affect you just traveling between 2 airports in the States. Grace is hilarious. She vomits conversations. There’s no other way to put it.
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