An Eventful Day: Day 1 of Europe 2014
Day 1: From Evansville to Philadelphia to Lisbon
I can’t believe it is taking me this long to start writing about our trip, but things have been crazy. We spent most of last week getting back into our routines, getting our bodies used to our normal time, and trying to unpack, which is easier said than done with two kids. Of course, on Sunday, I had yet another bout of mastitis (which is a whole other post in itself) and have spent the last couple of days trying to recover from that. So anyway…here goes!
The first day was mostly spent trying to get to where we were going. We drove about 3 hours from our home to get to the St. Louis airport and flew from St. Louis to Philadelphia, where we had a 6 hour layover. Yes, you read that right. A 6-hour layover. Now before you wonder why on earth we would schedule flights with a 6-hour layover, I will tell you that the other options were cutting it too close if for some reason the flight had been late. We also thought it would be a good idea to make sure the kids had time to run around (wear themselves out, really) and that we had time to get some dinner. You never know what the plane food will be like! By the way, the Philadelphia airport has a kids’ playground. We knew this when we booked the flights, and it’s part of the reason why we chose to fly through Philly on the way to Europe. We also like to make sure there’s a decent amount of time between flights to be sure that our luggage makes the connection. The times that we have had our luggage delayed have all been times when our flights have come in late and there was virtually no layover.
The flight from St. Louis to Philly was uneventful, but the flight from Philly to Lisbon was a little more exciting than I expected. First of all, we had to wait in line after we had boarded the plane. While we were waiting, there was a mother with two small children who was waiting to find seats together. For some reason, she and her son had seats together, but her daughter had been placed between two people on the other side of the aisle, which happened to be in front of us. We saw the flight attendant come by and ask if the man sitting in that aisle (the little girl’s seat was in between him and the woman he was traveling with who was sitting by the window – I have no idea why they weren’t sitting together) minded sitting in the middle so the little girl could be next to her mother across the aisle. Unfortunately, the guy said he would rather have a random little kid sitting in between him and the woman than give up his aisle seat? Seriously? We were so shocked and I felt so bad for the mom and her kids. Eventually, the flight attendant found a way for them to all sit together (thank God) and we got to see all the flight attendants shoot the other guy hateful looks the rest of the flight.
Right when we were ready take off, someone got on the intercom and announced that we would be going back to the gate because there was a medical emergency and someone needed to get off the plane and paperwork needed to be filed. We ended up sitting on the plane 2 to 3 hours before it finally took off. We were hoping that this was the end of the excitement, but about halfway through the flight, I noticed that the flight attendants were running back and forth a little more quickly than normal and I could tell something was going on. I was trying not to freak out but I had no idea what was going on. The next thing I know, they turn on all the lights and someone else gets on the intercom and says “If you are a doctor or a nurse or any sort of medical personnel, please make yourself known. Your assistance is needed at this time.” Apparently, someone had a seizure and when I looked down the aisle, I could see someone lying in the middle of the aisle closer to the front of the plane. I know we had to be over the ocean with probably the closest place to land our final destination, but the person with the seizure ended up being alright.
Finally, with very little sleep, and probably about an hour and a half later than expected, we landed in Lisbon. The kids did as well as could be expected. Felix had a hard time toward the end and was ready to get out of his seat, but I couldn’t really blame him. What was supposed to have been a 7-hour flight ended up taking more like 9 to 10 hours because of all the delays. All in all, we were pretty happy with how they handled things.
Stay tuned for Day 2!