I have this feeling every time I fly/drive back home...the feeling of not having patience... if I fly back to Romania, 99% of the situations I try and fail to be relaxed and zen. Why? Because that last day abroad it seems endless. I do my business, it takes longer than I planned, I do not have time to buy online the ticket for the train to the airport, I do not have enough to eat something in peace, I do not have the time to check the surroundings of the airport because I do not know all the airports - take my advice: if you have a stop @ Charles de Gaulle be very very careful, watch the signs and listen carefully to every radio announce they make - going back to the not having time to do stuff before the flight, I try and find the gate for my boarding and then guess what ?:))) Those nice French guys radio us to go to another gate that is in the opposite part of the airport. Go through security check again, run a little to catch the train that leaves you near the new gate - yes, there is a train in the French airport - then run again to the new gate, where I have another surprise....they added another 30 minutes to the first delay... So, I wait again, I eat a bad sandwich from Relay and try to be cool about this entire situation :)
Even if I am driving in Romania, I get this feeling because I am leaving late enough to be very tired and on the way, I am trying to catch up sometime. Driving on the edge not to be pulled on the side by the Police. Safe but fast. Friends know my style :)
Even if I know that I only have on hour left, oh, that last our is a killer :)) in a poetic way...
But after all this trouble when I see my house, when I see Odri the dog and when I kiss my girlfriend anything bad goes away! The end.
This is written in the Air France Flight AF1088 on the night of 14th of June
The guy on seat 12F :)
Now excuse me I have to eat the meal they gave us :).
Even if I am driving in Romania, I get this feeling because I am leaving late enough to be very tired and on the way, I am trying to catch up sometime. Driving on the edge not to be pulled on the side by the Police. Safe but fast. Friends know my style :)
Even if I know that I only have on hour left, oh, that last our is a killer :)) in a poetic way...
But after all this trouble when I see my house, when I see Odri the dog and when I kiss my girlfriend anything bad goes away! The end.
This is written in the Air France Flight AF1088 on the night of 14th of June
The guy on seat 12F :)
Now excuse me I have to eat the meal they gave us :).
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