Thanks guysss. I missed ya'll too
Okay, here's my official type-up of the vacation.
We left College Station at around 11:00 am on the 12th, and arrived in Houston around 1:00. While checking through costums, I forgot to take my belt off and the metal detector went off, so I had to be officially searched. It was fun, but slightly awkward because the lady had to feel up my boobies because of the underwire in my bra.
We chilled at the airport for a while then boarded our plane to Amsterdam.
Let me make it known that I hate flying. I HATE it. I don't "dislike it intensely." It doesn't cause me "discomfort." I hate flying with ever fiber of my soul, which is unfortunate because we had a 10 hour flight to the Netherlands, and of course, I got the seat next to the fat lady. When we got to the Amsterdam airport, I learned we had an EIGHT HOUR LAYOVER TIME. Fucking shiiiiiitttt. Thanks alot, Miss Travel Agent. Next time she has a fucking ten hour flight, I hope she has an eight hour layover in a smoking airport. So I'm sitting there watching cute european boys chain smoke, desperately wishing for a starbucks and contact with the western world. No such luck. Onward we press.
After an excrutiating seven hours, we start checking in to board our flight to Larnaca. I was "randomly selected" to be searched again. The world can rest assured that I'm not hiding any plastic explosives in the waistband of my panties (the Europeans are more thorough with their searches).
We had an uneventful three hour flight to Larnaca, where we realized we forgot to get a rental car in advance. Oops. We rent one, only to find out it doesn't have air condition. Just our luck.
We drive to my grandparents house, where we are slaughtered with kisses, hugs, food, and lots of greek. Then we went back to our apartment, where I proceeded to die and wake up the next morning with horrible back pains because the matress sucked.
The vacation itself was nice. We met up with my godfather, who is a total prick. I like him a lot. He invited me to go stay with him in Greece next year, and I'm seriously considering it. Then my dad's friend who was evacuated from Lebanon via military helicopter met us at Episkopi (my favorite beach in Cyprus) with his daughter. I thought she was going to be a total shithead because she's 13, but she was cool and we talked about sex and high school and how to convincingly lie to our parents. We also met up with my army of Greek relatives. Think My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Seriously.
I got a nice tan, which is a miracle. I had a slight wardrobe malfunction at Episkopi, which was amusing. I was wearing this really hot bikini that I suppose wasn't entirely appropriate for the eight foot waves I was playing in. OOPS. No harm done though.
I managed the entire vacation with only one major breakdown. Success!
I took tooons of pictures, which I'll post later when I feel like messing with them.
OKAY, NOW FOR THE TRIP HOME. GODFUCKINGDAMN.
It was honestly the most frustrating day of my life.
Okay, we woke up at 5:30 to go to the airport. We got there and checked our bags in and went through costums. So far so good. We were flying Larnaca to Paris, Paris to Houston, so we boarded the plane to Paris. There were THREE screaming babies on that (small) plane. Three. Not crying, but screaming. I wanted to throw them out the window.
When we got to Paris, we only had a two hour layover, which is not a lot if you're flying internationally. To make it worse, our flight from Larnaca had been delayed half an hour, so we only had an hour and a half to transfer flights. The Paris airport is HUGE, so it took us 45 minutes to get to our terminal. By that time we're freaking out because we have 20 minutes to board our plane and we don't even have boarding passes yet. We get in line to pass through security, and the guy tells us we need to go get our boarding passes first. Well, when we go to get our boarding passes, they tell us we might not be able to board because we missed the check-in time. The guy had to check our itinerary, call his supervisor, and do all this shit to get us boarding passes. Fortunately, the flight was delayed so we didn't miss it. It was suppose to leave at 3:30, but we ended up leaving at 5:30. I thought it would be a pleasant flight because it was pretty spacious for an international plane, and had tvs in the back of each seat with tons of movies and games to play.
I was wrong. It was the worst flight I've ever taken, and I've flown a lot. It was soo turbulent, I felt like I was going to throw up. For the entire ten hours, my insides felt like school chicken nuggets. I wanted to cry, but my eyes were too dry because we were at such a high altitude.
When we landed, I nearly died I was so happy. I sang the Texas state song and said the state pledge every time I saw a Texas flag (which is a lot, because us Texans like to remind ourselves where we are by putting flags up every three steps). Fuck everyone who isn't Texan and doesn't understand.
I thought it was over and we'd be home soon. Wrong again.
They lost our luggage. ALL SEVEN BAGS. Not a single of our SEVEN FUCKING BAGS made it from Paris, so all my shit is floating around between here and Europe.
It gets worse.
We couldn't remember where we parked our car, so we looked for it (and I'm not kidding when I say this) for two and a half hours. In the end, we had to get an airport security guy to drive us around in his truck looking for the car. When we finally found it, we realized we had lost our parking ticked, so we spent another 30 minutes there while the lady checked our itinerary, calculated how much we'd pay, and called her supervisor to sign a bunch of shit.
Our plane landed at 8:00; it was 11:30 when we left. I wanted to die.
That is all.