So.....

Here I am. Sitting in the IT Center. At Regent's.

NOT in Poland.

Why is this, you may be wondering. Well. The blame could be spread in many directions, but I am choosing to go with stupid European Airports.

To start off, last night Noel and I were trying to figure out what time we needed to get to the airport before our flight. The plane was to leave at 5:50pm and if we left at 3:30pm after a 10min walk to Bakers St. Station, a 20 min tube ride, and another 30 min ride on the Stanstead Express to the airport would put us there around 4:30...roughly and hour and a half before the flight would leave.

I got an e-mail last night from RyanAir about this new feature they just added, where you can check-in online, so I asked Noel if she wanted to run upstairs and get her passport number and we could just check in online at the moment, however we both agreed that we would have plenty of time tomorrow.

Today I wake up early, even go down to breakfast (I don't eat breakfast. Its just something that doesn't work for me). Of course Abby scolded me telling me that I was gonna get sick later, but do I listen? No. Did I feel sick later? Yes.

But the excitement for the upcoming journey to my "home-land" was still surging through my veins. I was so excited at lunch (didn't get anything cause I was still nauseous) that Becca wouldn't believe that I hadn't had any Red Bull yet today. (Of course I had bought three to stow in my luggage for Poland).

Come 3:20, Noel and I leave, stop by the refectory to grab a bottle of water, and head out the doors. When we get to Baker St. the train was a little delayed in arriving, but it was fine we figured because we had plenty of time. Then once we got to Liverpool St. and got our tickets for the Stanstead Express (train directly to airport) we had to wait another 15 mins for that train to arrive. Again, no biggie we think, the train then halfway there, stops on the tracks for some reason unbenknownst to us for about 5 to 10 minutes, and we start to tense up a bit.

Still we get to the airport at like 5:05, run to the check in, and get in line at 5:08. The sign says 'open' still. Then about two minutes later, all the sudden the check in for our flight closes. While we're still in line. We ask what we need to do, since we're here and need to check in and our flight doesn't leave for another 40 mins. They tell us to go talk to these guys in the blue, which we do, and they tell us that we have to book another flight, and there is one seat for Krakow open tommorrow morning, and another one the next evening.

WHAT THE CRAP!!

Ummm, we are there...no luggage to check, just carry-ons with 40 MINUTES BEFORE THE PLAN BOARDS!!! We even ditched them to go talk to some security guys, and try to get through departures with just our internet printed passes. They told us the same.

So now, Noel is feeling guilty because of how excited I was and says I could take the seat in the morning and still go if I want...though that would mean paying another $80 to switch my ticket, and going back home and paying another $50 to get back on the Stanstead Express to get to the airport again, only to go to Poland where I have one day, practically no spending money since I had to spend it on the new flight, and no time to fully appreciate things, since I'm pissed about having no spending money and missing my flight the first time.

We ended up just coming back and on the way home, I was suprised with how easily I came to terms with the fact that we weren't going to Poland. I guess a dream can't really be shattered if it was never fully realized in the first place...and it was all still seeming like it was too good to be true all day.

All I can do now is tell myself I'll go one day, make sure I'm 3 hours early for my flight to Ireland, and maybe take Dad up on the riding horses through Hyde Park in London this weekend in exchange.

Oh yeah...and maybe bomb RyanAir.
(Joke...horrible thing to joke about, but seriously, I'm upset. If I hadn't been saving all my tears for Auschwitz, I'd probably be crying right now)

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