It's cool, Hemingway is my DD

My journey begins in airport security where I waved goodbye to my two extremely nervous loving parents. As I was waiting I began to look around at the people waiting anxiously and realized that Umar's firecracker act had done something more than just make me claim I was a Econ major in airports, it created fear. The TSA tells us to trust no one and I thought about this as I watched an elderly hispanic man kiss his granddaughter goodbye and walk in line with the assistance of a cane.... oh ya, he was packing heat. The TSA seemed to think so since this man was yelled at for being unable to walk without his cane, remove his shoes, or speak english. At that point I stepped in and gladly helped the man remove his shoes along with his cane and went back to place them through the x-ray, despite the death glares I got from behind. I then helped the man through the metal detector while the TSA officer found humor in the situation. It amazes me how power really does get to some people.

I then went to board my plane where I witnessed heaven and hell. I first walked through first class, which included beds, coat hangers, and small tables. Then passed through business which was reasonable only to give way to coach... pure chaos. It was there that I found my seat next to a cute, adorable, insanely annoying couple. It consisted of a white man who seemed to have obsession with listening to N'Sync and resting his head on the shoulder of his wife who was half his size. But I had a smile on the whole time, because I was surrounded by british accents and I can only imagine what they're going to say when Sebastian and I study in the UK. I then went on to almost miss my connecting flight and lose my luggage, but still made it safely.

Now, it's been a while since I've been in Europe and we've got some catching up to do.
Adios, until next time.