At least that is how I feel on this 2nd day of being in Houston.
I can say that I am not good with jet-lag. Whew! Like right now. It's 3:21 in the morning. What am I doing up? I am sitting here drinking cold refreshing tea and eating Cheetoh Puffs. AND I don't think my sister-in-law would appreciate seeing orangy cheeto stains on her keyboard.
I had a long flight Tuesday. My first stop was in Frankfurt. I think I threw the check-in lady at the airport for a curve. She could not believe that I was traveling with only a back-pack... and then said that normally people would travel with several suitcases. I told her that I was okay with wearing only one pair of underwear, shirt and shorts for two weeks. That did not go down to well with her. :)
My first stop in Frankfurt was hectic. I did not know that it was a super, ginormous, scary large airport. With only an hour and 40 minutes to get to my gate, I think I had suffered several heart-attacks. Trying to get through security was a bitch and then I was reduced to a wee size when the German Customs' Officer gave me an icy stare. I thought to myself and said in child-like voice, "Mommy". Rammstein scares me.
By the time I made it to the plane, I was sweating from every possible area on my body. My shirt and make-up showed my true feelings. I was wedged between two American dudes who helped me dry up. They could not stop laughing at me. I think I was cracking too many jokes that you would say only to your close relatives. (Keld, you can only imagine how up-close and personal I can get with my jokes.) BUT, I managed to calm down. I think I downed four Bloody Mary's too. I slept almost through that 8 hr. trip. GOING THROUGH AMERICAN CUSTOMS IS A BITCH! I had to explain why I was living in Denmark, what kind of work I was doing there, why was I coming back to the U.S., and why was I traveling with only a back-pack. Then I was stopped by three airport police, who asked to see my passport. The same questions came up in conversation... and one made me open my back-pack to see what was inside.
When we landed in Boston, again with only 2 hrs. to get to my gate, after looking around for Continental, I finally focused on the sign and saw that I had to go to another terminal. On route and walking really fast, I got a really painful cramp. I am sure I looked like a freak, sweating bad, smeared make-up, and hopping/limping. I finally checked in. Security was slow and as usual, they were demeaning to the people.
It was almost a 4-hour trip to Houston. I was very happy when we landed. As I walked out of the gate, I stopped at Starbucks and got myself a small green tea frap... hopping to the exit and sipping my drink I smiled when the doors to the outside open and I felt the rush of Houston's humid air on my face.
Happy to be back home.