The Arrivals

Here are some pics from Eden's arrival and my arrival. Eden's plane ride was uneventful, except for that fact that he joined the mile high club because Tom said that it was a must do but mine had a shaky start and middle and end. Apparently, the person at baggage claim didn't realize that I wanted my ticket and boarding pass not just my boarding pass. As we were loading the plane, the man taking tickets sent me to the information desk where they scanned my passport, boarding pass, and gave me a ticket. They then torn up my boarding pass. In addition to this, they succeeded in flipping past my visa in my passport a total of three times before asking me where it was (the second page). I was one of the last people to load the flight and Brandon informed me that I owed him a cocktail because of the panic I gave him. The rest of the flight to San Francisco was uneventful. In San Francisco, we had a four hour layover in which we found our gate and ate dinner at a burger place. During the last hour, we went back to our gate. I waited in a really long line to get my ticket. When I was talking to the person at the desk, my name was called because they wanted me in another line (not correctly, mind you, my last name is not Fal-fal-fal(murmurs something in gibberish)). I was told by the person I was speaking to that the people at the Denver Airport don't know what they're doing. He proceeded to take my boarding pass, proof of purchase, and visa verification, stack them in a neat pile and shred them. Apparently in order to work in a US airport, you have to like to shred things. I went over to the other lady's desk with my new boarding pass (that looked exactly like the one now in the trash) and gave me a ticket (that looked exactly like the one now in the trash). I joined the others and we boarded the plane. When on the plane, we played light tag until the flight attendants announced that the lights should be turned off. I slept until two in the morning when they decided to serve snack. When we got off the plane, the four of us went to find a bathroom. After it was found, we changed into our uniforms and discovered that it was so hot that my deodorant was sweating (oh the irony). We went through the first bought of customs and went to find our luggage. When all the luggage was found except for my small red bag we sought the help of a nice airport worker. Nice Airport Lady (as she will hence be known) helped me find my bag which was now in a big plastic bag and she told me that my bag was efficiently packed (overstuffed) and the zipper had burst. We got the luggage onto the trolleys and headed off to platform 9 and 3/4. Just joking. We started to the other customs line. My efficiently packed bag toppled off my trolley. The others took this as a sign that I was fine and they went on without me. I was left to get help from scary men who looked like they were going to grab my luggage and run. Instead they put it back on my trolley and I went to customs. After laughing at the not funny joke about confiscating my chocolate, I went to follow the others to meet the families. According to Blake, I then saw a beacon of light. I followed the light to the source and saw Blake. But I was repelled by his ugliness and met the rest of the family. We went home, I showered, and we went to the beach where I was greeted by a saluting crowd of kids.