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Back in Boston, Exactly 9 Months Later!!!

Landing in Logan

Landing in Boston’s Logan Airport!

HOORAY! Home! Home! After nine months around the world, can I tell you how delicious Boston feels? City of my heart! Country of my birth! And my dearest loved ones! Oh, I love you!

But I made a big mistake this morning that nearly caused me to miss my flight. Read on, so you don’t commit this same error!

Twenty-four hours ago, my alarm jolted me awake at five am. Trying not to wake my dorm-mates, I tiptoed through the musty Madrid hostel to check, via computer, whether or not the volcano had delayed my flight.

I typed in the following:

Origin: Madrid.

Destination: New York, JFK (onward to Boston)

Clouds from the plane

Our plane, sandwiched between cloud sheets!

Today or Tomorrow?: Today

The screen swirled for a moment to think and then sneered back in big red letters: “CANCELLED.”

I fought the tears welling up. Home, oh home! Nine months of travel is amazing, but I was painfully ready to see my dear ones. The message on the screen was clear, though: there was no flight for me for today, May 12th.

Just then, a friend from home popped up in my Facebook chat window. “My flight is canceled!” I moaned to him. “Check the American Airlines site and see!”

“Your flight is today?” my friend typed back, “May 11th?”

Boston from above

Landing in Boston… above crates

Suddenly I slapped my hand to my forehead and realized my idiocy. Do YOU see my mistake yet? Did you actually catch it three paragraphs back?

Yes, that’s right… Boston is six hours behind Madrid in time, and the American Airlines site I was using to check the flight information was set to Eastern Standard Time. Therefore, the “Today” flight that was showing up as cancelled at 5am in Madrid was actually for a “Today” that no longer existed in Spain: May 11th!

Filling in the correct information (“Tomorrow”), I clicked the Submit button again. ON TIME” cooed the screen. YES!

I scampered to the metro and then onto the plane, exhausted and euphoric.

And just so you know… the reason these flights are able to surmount the volcanic ash now is that… (wait for it now) YOU GET DIVERTED OVER GREENLAND! Yes, that’s right: the normally 6.5-hour flight took TEN hours instead. But so it is, and at least we were able to fly.

Boston from Above

Nearing Boston… oh so leafy green

So now I’m back in America’s great Northeast for 2.5 months before the next flight out, and it is heaven to be here. Blog-wise, there are still a ton more Spain (and also Ghana!) photos and articles coming in these next weeks, along with posts on RTW reflections, and life in America. Please keep reading and keep your wonderful interactions coming!

And now, since my body thinks it’s five in the morning, I shall drift off sleep in my soft bed, brimming with happiness and with love for family and friends who I can finally hug again in person!

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