Flying... Or rather just waiting. Part 2

After a hot and wonderful weekend in Vienna it was time to get back to Gothenburg. I checked in on my phone early in the morning, downloaded my boarding-passes and went on with the day. Got ice cream, almost won at minigolf and had tasty nachos before heading out to the airport.

Upon arriving to the airport we noticed that my flight was an hour delayed, of course. Since my battery was around 30% I thought it was best to print out the boarding-passes in case the phone died, because I forgot to pack charger. To my surprise, Airberlin no longer had machines for that, so I had to go to the regular check in line for this. It was moving slowly but after 15 minutes it was finally my turn. And here is were the chaos starts.

After minutes of buttonpushing, phonecalling and tripple-checking my passport I got sent of to the ticket custom service place. Went there and got informed that I had been rebooked for a flight with another airline. I'm handed a printout of my flights and sent to print my boarding-passes with this airline. So we head off to the other side of the airport, a bit stressed since it is now getting close to departure time. We had arrived to the airport one hour before departure, since all we had to do was hugging goodbye and get me through security. Now we had 30 minutes for said tasks and no boarding-pass.

When arriving to the new section of the airport we quickly found the machines and tried printing out the boarding-passes. Big no from the machine because check in was obviously closed for that flight. The lines were huge to the check in counters so we're trying to explain my situation to two different workers until getting send of to a third lady that could help me. She did her best trying to catch the gate, but couldn't help me as they had already started boarding.

All I could do was to get to the next ticket customer service place and be rebooked. Again. Lucky for me there was one more option available that day, leaving in 1,5 hour. So after a quick meal me and Rhys sadly said goodbye and I headed to my gate

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And guess what. My flight is delayed an hour. Which meant there was a very big chance of me missing my connecting. Oh well, I got on (eventually) and as we were approaching our destination I asked the flight attendants about connecting flight, but they had no information at all. We landed the same time that my connecting flight were to take of. I got of and hurried to a message board and found that my next flight had not taken off, but was an hour late. Thank goodness for that.

I join a group of tired travelers as we're waiting for a pilot. I check the shuttlebuses in Gothenburg and realize that there is no chance of my making it to the last bus. My only option is to take a cab. I'm terrified of going alone in a cab and I will avoid cabs as much as I possible can. I can count on one hand the occasions I've been in a cab. Once with my family on the way from airport home, from the city after seeing the Return of the King with my brother, after I fainted at the blood donation place with boyfriend at that time, between restaurants when we celebrated my dads 50th birthday with family, once in Thailand with parents. Lucky for me I found a girl to share the cab with and got home around 1.30 AM. 

Flying... Or rather just waiting. Part 1

Goodness gracious me has my flying luck been on the edge of not working at all this weekend.

On the Friday I got an email midday from airberlin informing me that my 19.20 flight has been delayed to 20.00. which sucked alot since I had a connecting flight that would be hard to get onboard before I got to Berlin.

When getting to the airport there's no information about the delay at all. Foolishly I thought that was a good sign (I'm laughing inside at the foolishly naive young woman I once was). All through the security and all I get another email saying my flight is only delayed to 19.50. Half an hour later I get yet another email, saying 21.00. Big oh no as that would mean that I would miss my connecting flight. Well, things kind of got better from there, as I got yet another email, but this time about my second flight. It was delayed by two hours as well, making it again a narrow change but in the end I made it.

But I couldn't relax just yet. As I now we're arriving to the airport at 00.05 and the last train from the airport goes at 00.18. We did of course land at the furthest end of the airport, making it a long run. I could barley breath for half an hour as the AC on the airplane had dried out my poor throat.

At least I got there and got to enjoy a wonderful weekend with my sweetheart.

July Goals

It took me rather long time to figure out what I wanted to achieve this month, but after a lot of thinking I think I have a few goals.

Get to physiotherapy
Did that this week and I now have four exercises to keep up with on a daily base.

Get back to the gym
Haven't been there all June, so it is time to get back because it cost a lot of money. Found a few group trainings that I will try out.

Fix the balcony
Half of this is done, by making a tiny little table. The second half is to put net around it so me and the kitties can all relax put there. I've found a good alternative that I'm goingto order as soon as this is done

Sort out clothes and fix them
During June I've been inspired by capsule wardrobes and sustainable living. I will explain it all more in its own post but it has had me inspired to critically go through my clothes.

June Notes

June sure went by quickly with its mini vacation and all its special events. I will admit that it has left me little time to fulfill my two goals for the week. The 30 days of yoga has 5-10 days left on it and the painting was finished a few good minutes past midnight on the last day of the month. But I feel good none the less. I've tried new things, like yoga outdoors and paintball. The later was not really my thing though. And Rhys and my parents have successfully met eachother and we all had a good time.

On the downside I'm still in a lot of pain, so I'm going to book a visit to a physiotherapist as my two visits to the chiropractor hasn't improved much. Coming back from Stockholm I've also had a longer time of depression and anxiety, which has been a struggle. Usually I'm good after a day or two, but this time it took ten days before I got out of the low. I think it was just very lonely coming back after such a wonderful time with loved ones and not even having my kitties. Can't wait to have them home again.