I finished packing my bags on Monday night and naturally I was too excited to sleep. So I did what everyone does when they can't sleep.. I made a blog. WHAT A NERD RIGHT? C'mon mikayla, blogs were supposed to be left back in the 2000's. But ayyyy here we are. Anyways.. I finally went to sleep at 4:00 which probably wasn't the best idea seeing that we had to leave at 5:30.. But for some reason, it wasn't hard for me to get up.. Maybe because I was going to Europe? Idk.
So we got to the airport at 6:30 and did what you do at airports. (Check your luggage, put all your stuff in a bucket, get patted down by creepy workers, ya know.. the usual.) Our flight wasn't scheduled to leave until 8:30 but there are perks of having a handicapped grandmother. One of which being that we got to board early annnnd first. Holla @ yo grandma. The flight to Atlanta was only 4 hours long and went by way fast, but when we got there it was 2:30 pm with the time change. We only had time to eat food and quickly ride the plane train to our terminal before it was time to board again. This flight was the whoppin 9 hours one.. We took off at 4:30 pm and then a short 9 hours, 2 movies, 4 bags of pretzels, 1 angry stewardess, and multiple beaten candy crush levels later.. We landed in Munich, Germany. This is where I added another stamp in my passport and whole lot of happiness to my heart.
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When we arrived my Uncle Volker [Folk-uhhhhhh] was already there to collect us, so we QUICKLY grabbed our bags off the conveyor belt and bounced. (you might be wondering why 'quickly' is in all caps.. Just wait..) the drive to Mittersill, Austria was 2 1/2 hours long but I didn't mind because it was the prettiest drive I have ever been on in my life. Honestly, pictures, movies, magazines, nothing can do it justice until you see it for yourself.
We got to their home and they showed us the flat that we would be staying in. It is nothing at all like I pictured it but not in a bad way! My mom and I have our own flat (apartment) to ourselves in Gerald's house and then my grandma is staying with my aunt and uncle. (Her sister&brother in law) so life's pretty dang good. Well we got out our bags and started unpacking and because my grandma is staying here for 6 months she had to put some things in our bags because hers was too heavy. So I open my suitcase and on the top are these 2 weird hats and a bag from Dubai and all these weird things. But my grandma is weird so I didn't think anything of it. Well I keep digging looking for my things, and they aren't there. Whaaaat magic. No. It was the wrong suitcase. I literally felt sick to my stomach. We were in such a hurry that I grabbed a red suitcase at the airport that was identical to mine but naturally didn't think to double check. Oh man, it was the worst feeling ever. So long story short, 5 extra hours of a car ride back to the airport and then back home again, we thankfully found MY suitcase that they had been holding on to. Prayers work guys.
And that is the end to the journey to Europe.
Check out the speed on this baby. Too bad it's km/hr.
We got to their home and they showed us the flat that we would be staying in. It is nothing at all like I pictured it but not in a bad way! My mom and I have our own flat (apartment) to ourselves in Gerald's house and then my grandma is staying with my aunt and uncle. (Her sister&brother in law) so life's pretty dang good. Well we got out our bags and started unpacking and because my grandma is staying here for 6 months she had to put some things in our bags because hers was too heavy. So I open my suitcase and on the top are these 2 weird hats and a bag from Dubai and all these weird things. But my grandma is weird so I didn't think anything of it. Well I keep digging looking for my things, and they aren't there. Whaaaat magic. No. It was the wrong suitcase. I literally felt sick to my stomach. We were in such a hurry that I grabbed a red suitcase at the airport that was identical to mine but naturally didn't think to double check. Oh man, it was the worst feeling ever. So long story short, 5 extra hours of a car ride back to the airport and then back home again, we thankfully found MY suitcase that they had been holding on to. Prayers work guys.
And that is the end to the journey to Europe.
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