Waking early, and finishing all of our last minute packing and cleaning, we left the flat on Springfield for the last time. Excited, and feeling ready to leave, we were off to the airport, with our four suitcases, two backpacks, purse, and bag of cookies that we couldn’t part with or fit anywhere else.
We arrived at the airport early, anticipating getting the luggage into someone else’s hands as soon as possible. Since we were flying domestic for this leg of the trip, we were worried about the extra bag fee and weight issue. The first woman helping us check in was incredibly helpful, and we took our bags from the self check-in to the conveyor belt. The next lady loaded our bags onto the scale, marking the first three heavy, sending each one through. The last bag was loaded, and was 5 kilograms (which is 11 pounds) overweight, to which she advises us to repack and take stuff out. Great, since our other bags are already on the other side, halfway to our plane…we end up shoving random books, and strategically packed items into our extra 'cookie' bag, which was now completely full and heavy, in an attempt to take on board. I was frustrated, that all the packing was being undone right there in the airport! We take it back up to the counter, and it’s still overweight, but the new lady, after hearing that we’re attempting to take this all back home, fudged a few buttons, and let it on! Phew! One less thing to worry about!
We arrived at the airport early, anticipating getting the luggage into someone else’s hands as soon as possible. Since we were flying domestic for this leg of the trip, we were worried about the extra bag fee and weight issue. The first woman helping us check in was incredibly helpful, and we took our bags from the self check-in to the conveyor belt. The next lady loaded our bags onto the scale, marking the first three heavy, sending each one through. The last bag was loaded, and was 5 kilograms (which is 11 pounds) overweight, to which she advises us to repack and take stuff out. Great, since our other bags are already on the other side, halfway to our plane…we end up shoving random books, and strategically packed items into our extra 'cookie' bag, which was now completely full and heavy, in an attempt to take on board. I was frustrated, that all the packing was being undone right there in the airport! We take it back up to the counter, and it’s still overweight, but the new lady, after hearing that we’re attempting to take this all back home, fudged a few buttons, and let it on! Phew! One less thing to worry about!
Look familiar?
We stopped in a café to wait, which is normally nothing special, but today we purchased a bottled smoothie to share. It was dark dark green in color, decided on it anyways because it was kiwi flavored. As we settled into a table, I twisted the cap off the smoothie, and it made a refreshing whoosh sound, like when you open a pop, and after setting it on the table, it began overflowing, like a bubbling volcano, with chunks coming out of the bottle…apparently it had fermented or something like that, so we traded for a simple berry smoothie, and proceeded to watch the green one erupt!
Now we are in Auckland, New Zealand’s largest city, for an indefinite amount of time. 21 March 2009 has been a carrot for us for some time, as we purchased concert tickets back in October for tonight. We will be seeing The Who, their first show in NZ in 40 years, and the Counting Crows will be opening, their first show in NZ. I am psyched to see the Counting Crows again, and secretly hoping they play Omaha. I am convinced that we will be the only people in the stadium to say “That’s my hometown!”. Either way, it should be fun, we’ve achieved our reward, and now it’s smooth sailing!
More soon…
1 comment:
I just love reading your blog! You should really publish this some day. You are such a great writer and have had so many neat experiences. I think it's interesting in its own right, but anyone considering living in New Zealand would benefit so greatly from it!
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