DAY SIX
Today was the saddest day of all. It's the day we had to leave the wonderful paradise.
Our flight was at three, so naturally we showed up to the airport at twelve thirty. Check in and security were completely painless. We quickly got to the area with food.
I ate a turkey wrap with onion rings and grape juice. Once we all finished with lunch, we went into the executive lounge. Mostly it was because we wanted to be away from the small crowded area that everyone gets shoved into.
Eventually it was time to board. Once on the plane at the window seat, a couple with a baby sat in front of us. This made the flight a little more painful than necessary, but over all the flight went well.
Once on the ground however, things got hectic. Over an intercom, a man said that our bags would be in Terminal E. However my father didn't hear him and took us to Terminal A which is outside security. After waiting for our luggage to show up, we asked someone where it was. This kind person told us that it was in Terminal F - the international concourse. This made my father very upset because we landed domestic. We tried to go through security again, but we needed a ticket FROM Atlanta not TO Atlanta. We then asked the Delta workers what we should do. They told us to use the bus that would take us the the international concourse to pick up our bags. As my father got the car to pick us up there, my mother, two brothers, and I picked up our bags and waited.
Once we retrieved our bag we drove home to have dinner. My brother drove me to Panera. He ordered a cinnamon crunch bagel, and I got a sour dough bread bowl. Both were delicious.
This is the end of the week in paradise however. Now it's back to school and work...
Our flight was at three, so naturally we showed up to the airport at twelve thirty. Check in and security were completely painless. We quickly got to the area with food.
I ate a turkey wrap with onion rings and grape juice. Once we all finished with lunch, we went into the executive lounge. Mostly it was because we wanted to be away from the small crowded area that everyone gets shoved into.
Eventually it was time to board. Once on the plane at the window seat, a couple with a baby sat in front of us. This made the flight a little more painful than necessary, but over all the flight went well.
Once on the ground however, things got hectic. Over an intercom, a man said that our bags would be in Terminal E. However my father didn't hear him and took us to Terminal A which is outside security. After waiting for our luggage to show up, we asked someone where it was. This kind person told us that it was in Terminal F - the international concourse. This made my father very upset because we landed domestic. We tried to go through security again, but we needed a ticket FROM Atlanta not TO Atlanta. We then asked the Delta workers what we should do. They told us to use the bus that would take us the the international concourse to pick up our bags. As my father got the car to pick us up there, my mother, two brothers, and I picked up our bags and waited.
Once we retrieved our bag we drove home to have dinner. My brother drove me to Panera. He ordered a cinnamon crunch bagel, and I got a sour dough bread bowl. Both were delicious.
This is the end of the week in paradise however. Now it's back to school and work...
