Cheap Flights
Added on Jan, 19 2008 at 10:19 PM by Sarah
As my best friend Philip and I stood amongst two thousand of our closest French comrades, being crushed under our collective frustration and growing anguish as our knees knocked, tired and weak and the stench of body odor wafted high on the air, I began to dread the sprint we would have, once we got through security, in order to make our International Flights in time. Both of our Flights To Europe had been rather uneventful, what with our Student Airfare accommodating our meager studious lifestyles. Our flight home, however, was turning into a disaster! The first things to go horribly awry were our International Airfares. It was awful! Where we had cheap Airfares to Europe, our return from France proved to be a much more expensive expedition. Having spent a good four hundred dollars more on our " Student Flights" Philip and I then had the all time worst airport experience that any traveler, especially in a foreign country, with a foreign, totally unfamiliar language, culture and military procedure; we were present for a bomb scare. I suppose that isn't quite accurate, as we were in paris while the "bomb" was "discovered." We had left the airport during our 7 hour layover to explore the massive concrete jungle that is Paris! It was actually pretty nice not having to think about our Student Flight as we sipped cappuccinos on a sunny veranda overlooking the busy Champs-Elysèe, but as soon as we returned to the airport we knew something was terribly wrong. Indeed all hell had broken loose in the large international terminal of Charles De'Gaul airport. Some misfortunate passenger left their tiny, yellow tweety-bird backpack unattended for too long, and now the French army was surrounding it with a barricade and a platoon of assault rifle toting airport grunts. 283 Three hours later, they took the dreaded, menacing golden backpack out onto the tar mac, detonated it with C-4 and discovered nothing but a child's playthings. In the meantime, Philip and I stood three feet from the entrance to the security checkpoint in and amongst those thousands of friends, and stood, and stood, and stood. Three hours after this, a total of six since we'd arrived back from the city, we made our way to our delayed flight and off we went, off to that bastion of wonderment, and airomisery: Boston!