16 days, 4 countries and a couple of backpacks.
Our mini-Europe adventure had finally come to an end, and as we made the 45-minute journey to the airport, I couldn’t help but reflect on our time away. I’d had a great time, and was genuinely sad to be heading home…not just because we had to go back to work the next day. Who needs a day off, right?
When we arrived at the airport, we had our last obstacle to overcome – finding our flight. The first screen we saw showed the list of flights, and as hard as we tried, we couldn’t find our flight! All sorts of things started going through my mind – was the flight cancelled? Were we at the right airport? Were we here on the right day?
It was only as I took a step back to try and logically think where we’d gone wrong that I saw a much larger list of flights to the side. The departures list. We’d been looking at the arrivals board! Oh dear, we were definitely tired! Once we were finally checked in and bags were dropped off, we took the time to relax in the departure lounge before catching the short flight home.
A smooth journey took us home to Heathrow, where dad’s taxi was on it’s way as my boyfriend’s parents picked us up, surprising us with a bag of shopping so that we’d be able to get by for a couple of days.
I’m not one to unpack straight away – I’m usually tired from the trip and the last thing I want to do is tidy! Unfortunately, my boyfriend had other ideas and it meant I’d unpacked my bag and the washing was on within an hour of being home. At least it meant I had the evening to relax, check out my postcards and prepare myself for two days back at work before the Christmas break. Couldn’t wait for a day off, and I hadn’t even got back to work yet!
Time to get planning the next trip…any suggestions?