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I made it home three days ago at this point, but I'm not sure what day I'm on. Jet-lag hit me pretty good, so yesterday was the first day that I didn't"t totally miss or take a nap. My flight home was ok. My first seat mate was a really nice looking young man who was Japanese. He spoke really nice English as well. Then the flight attendant told him that there was a mistake and they were sorry, but he HAD to move to business class. Oh poor him! They can't make the same mistake for me could they, OH NO!
My new seat mate had a very odd odor coming from him. It wasn't b.o., but it sure wasn't pretty either! He didn't speak one word to me the whole flight. He didn't want to let me out to use the bathroom either, but he didn't get much choice over that one. So, I sat, slept and played my sudoku puzzles.
After arriving in Dallas I had to hurry though customs to make my connecting flight. I only had an hour and customs took that whole hour. I was fine with my passport check in, but getting my bags so they could ask me what I was bringing took FOREVER! I had to just dump them at the belt to change flights and race to get to the next terminal. However, they forgot to tell me that after customs I had left the secure area, so I had to try to get back though that line. Of course my carry-on of a rice cooker caused a problem. They wanted to see everything about it, but I told them please hurry. They of course took their time. But, I did make it thought that, and started to run ( I HATE RUNNING) to the sky link to get to the right terminal. When I got to the terminal they were calling my name to make the flight. They were holding it for me, and I just kept running ( did I say how much I HATE running?) but my carry-ons weighted more than me, so to keep running wasn't going to happen. I slowed down, but kept repeating "must make gate, must make gate". People stayed FAR away from me, I know, I looked crazed. You spent 11 hours on a flight then an hour in sercuity and run for your next plane and see how good you look! I did make that flight though, crazed and unkept, but I was there!
I made it home and my mom and dad picked me up at the airport. It was great to see them, but one we arrived at the baggage claim they were already paging the rep for that airline. Not a good sign. I had made it, but my bags had not.
I finally got my bags back yesterday. Almost everything in them was there, but a few snacks that my friends sent with me didn't make it. They ripped open a few of my gifts, and the paper is not replaceable. Oh well, I made it home and so did most of my stuff. Overall, it was a great trip.