Blah, blah, blah, after many requests from family and friends I am finally posting something about my trip. Sheesh! Give an old girl time to catch up with some much needed beauty sleep…
I arrived at O’Hare International Airport in Chicago at just after 5:00 p.m. on Thursday, January 21st, for a 7:15 flight. The last time I was at this airport was in 1995 when I flew to New York with my sister. Because we generally fly out of Midway Airport (it’s closer and much less congested) I was in unfamiliar territory. To top it off I was flying international and not quite sure what to expect or where to go. I found the American Airline counter and got in line. The man ahead of me was wearing a turban so I asked him his destination. “Delhi”, he replied; so I figured I’d follow him after getting my boarding pass. That lasted until we got through Security…or I should say until I got through Security. Apparently his shoes (or something in them) were quite suspicious and they pulled him aside. What?!?
I made my way through the terminal to the gate and what a hike! O’Hare International is huge. I found a seat and tried to read while I waited to board. I tried, but couldn’t concentrate. I was both nervous and excited. I started thinking about the long flight that lay ahead and the fact that I was traveling halfway across the globe to a place I’d never been and had only seen in books or on TV. And then…then I realized I was actually traveling halfway across the globe to a place I had only seen in books or on TV and the sheer excitement of it took over. I was going to India!
I decided after a bit it was probably a good idea to use the restroom before we boarded. I retraced my steps back through the terminal to find said restroom and when I was done I pulled up my big girl panties and headed back to the gate. By the time I walked back the group number on my ticket was boarding. I got in line and was surprised that the passageway between the door leading out of the terminal and the door to the plane (what is that tube-like structure called?) was lined with at least 15 to 20 uniformed security people. In the midst of my astonishment I didn’t pay attention to if they were CSA or FBI or what. Each person boarding was pulled aside and
I found my seat and settled in. I was on a Boeing 777; so there were two seats on each side of the plane with and aisle next to them and a row of five more seats in the center. Mine was next to the window and as luck would have it, the seat next to it was unoccupied. It was a long flight, fifteen hours; but I was able to sleep for a good part of the time thanks to that empty seat.
When I first started blogging I did a few posts entitled, “Ten Things About Me and…”, with the notion of eventually having a list of one hundred things about myself. That, like numerous other things, has been put on the back burner on a really low flame. If you’re wondering what that has to do with my flight to India, let me tell you. If I ever finish that list it would have to include food. I grew up in a very ‘meat and potatoes’ type of environment. Nothing fancy or exotic, not a lot of sauces, spices, etc. My palette has evolved since but there are just some things I don’t like/eat. Two are