At first, I was impressed. I soon got over it.
I woke up feeling pretty well rested from my amazing stay at Comfort Inn. I took advantage of the free breakfast and then took the free shuttle to the Syracuse Hancock Airport. My first flight went smoothly. The flight was packed, but it was only two hours to Chicago, if that. No biggie.
Then I got to O'Hare. This is were things got stressful. I did some research and learned that the international flight terminal is separate from the other terminals, and the usual express rail that transports you there was down for renovations until the fall of 2019. Not to worry, I read. There would be plenty of shuttles and buses for us travelers. I got off my flight and decided to immediately get to my gate.
At first, O'Hare seemed so beautiful and cool. I took my official first vacation photos on the spectacular light displays as I stood on the people-mover treadmill thingy. This was the only nice-looking area, however. The rest of the airport looked boring and dated, not that it mattered. Many areas were under construction, obscuring some of the signs I really needed to see. And the people!! The place was immensly populated,
as I expected. The airport employers were herding folks as if they were cattle. They seemed rude at times, but I suppose this is how things must be done in such a busy airport.
It took me awhile to find my way to the shuttles. I had to stand in line quite a while before getting on one. I was so surprised when the shuttle actually went on the highways of Chicago to get to the International Terminal. Craziness! My goal was to get to my gate ASAP, and then connect with my mother, who was flying from Cleveland. I finally made it to where I needed to be, with a few hours to spare. It took almost two hours to get here from the time my plane landed!!
My mother had decided, without letting me know, that she'd wait for my plane to land from Syracuse. She finally texted me and told me she was at my original gate. What?? I told her to make her way to the International Terminal immediately and then worried that she would not make our flight to Austria. I found a Mexican restaurant called Tortas Frontera near my gate. I plopped
Finally met up with Mom
myself down in a seat where I could easily see her if she walked by. Now, margaritas are my favorite drinks, and they had some good-looking ones on the menu. I had the house special, with chili pepper on the rim along with salt. I also ordered tortilla soup, one of my favorites. Man, that drink was good! Pricey, but worth it. My nerves calmed a little as I anxiously waited for Mother.
Mom texted me when she finally made it to the terminal, so I pre-ordered her a margarita. I knew she'd need one!! Finally, we were reunited. We finished sipping our drinks and checked in with Austrian Airlines for our flight.
We boarded the plane and were seated in seats A and C in one row. Luckily, nobody was in B, so we had some space to play with. The seats weren't terribly comfortable or spacious. If I didn't have the extra space, I think I'd have difficulty reaching my flight bag or purse. We were given blankets and pillows, and had plenty of entertainment to keep us busy. We were fed a dinner right off the bat, which was fairly decent. I watched the movie,
Damn good margarita at Tortas Frontera
Vice, about Dick Cheney. Pretty interesting film, with a very convincing portrayal by Christian Bale. I never got comfortable enough to sleep more than a few hours at most.
In the morning, we were served a rather boring-looking muffin which I didn't eat. We were so close to landing, I figured I'd wait for something good when I landed.
Finally, the plane landed, and we were here! After all this waiting and planning, I was finally here!
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