The Worst Trip Ever!

Although I had flown many times, I will always remember my trip to Ukraine in February 2006. I was in love and flying across the world to reunite with my future husband. The problem was getting there! I went to the airport early one cold winter morning. I was nervous to be leaving my family and friends, but excited to begin a new life. I checked-in my heavy bags and began to wait to board the airplane. I waited for hours, and the plane never came. My trip was rescheduled for the next day. The next morning, I again dragged my heavy bags through the quiet airport. I could see my breath in the frosty air. This time, I boarded the plane and waited. I waited for hours on a plane that, again, never took off. My flight was changed to a new airport. I flew to Salt Lake and had to run (with my heavy bags) to catch my next flight. This flight only took me to Minneapolis. I arrived late that evening, tired and bruised, only to find out that there were no flights that day to Europe. I was sent to a hotel to wait for the next day. Day 3 began in a new city—busy, bright, and warmer. With new energy, I boarded a flight to Amsterdam. When I finally arrived in Dutch city, I was so happy to be out of the United States. That evening I arrived in Kyiv, Ukraine and fell into the loving arms of my now-husband. Those three days were long and tiring and I will never forget them—but I will treasure the emotions I felt at the end of the trip forever.