The trip home was a grueling I’m-too-old-for-this 27 hours of traveling that began at 2:30 am. The first flight departed at 4:30 am. This meant a 3 am taxi to the airport. The driver we hired did not speak English, but we could communicate through our AirBnB host who was in the US. Then there was the issue of the time change. We clarified that it would be the new time. What we didn’t know is that the time doesn’t change at 2:00 am in Albania. Our phone alarms rang at 2:15 am. But our watches also said 2:15 am. Wait! Wasn’t the time supposed to change? What if there really wasn’t a time change? Would our driver come one hour late—thinking that there was a time change when there wasn’t? The problem was that if he didn’t show up, we didn’t really have a way to get to the airport. We didn’t have the language skills to call a taxi and none be out on the street at that hour. It was very confusing and stressful. We threw a party when we saw him parked outside our building when we came down.
Everything else went fairly smoothly, but I think I’m getting too old to take the cheapest level of flights anymore. I would rather pay more and have fewer stops and shorter travel time. By the time we had taken our first two flights and arrived in Washington D.C. 18 hours into the journey, I was completely exhausted and we still had another five-hour flight and a one-and-a-half-hour drive home to go! You know those PETA videos of the male chicks going into the grinder? No? Maybe I’m exaggerating, but that’s the image I come up with when I think about how tired I am.
This is the Vienna airport. Don’t you think more airports need these lifesaving bed/chairs?