Cheers To The Brits, But Not To The Airline Food

Once upon a time there was a girl. That's quite an unoriginal opening for a story, but there has been, and will be, worse. It just as well is an opening for the universe, or perhaps a song. "Just a small town girl living in a lonely world..." Okay, so maybe that wasn't what I was going for but there was a girl who has long wavy blonde hair, brown eyes, a craving for adventure, and a love for boy bands that went to Europe for a month and decided to never return. She had a lovely time gallivanting across the following countries: England, France, Switzerland, Austria, Italy, and Germany. Are you ready to live vicariously through this blonde-haired-brown-eyed-adventure-craving-boy-band-loving girl? Then lets begin.

Chapter 1: Cheers to the Brits, but not to the Airline Food

     It was a lovely Sunday morning. Well, if you can call waking up at a semi ungodly hour, yet pleasurable hour for airport travel as a lovely Sunday morning. Two days after America's "birthday", (or as anyone other than Americans would call it; The Fourth of July), was the departure day for Belle and the rest of the crew to head out of their home land and over to an uncharted territory, for Belle anyways. 

      Belle dragged herself out of the lovely bed that was engulfing her in warmness and out into the frozen tundra of her bedroom. She was surprisingly well rested for one that usually has a hard trouble sleeping before the night of a trip due to the overwhelming levels of excitement coursing through her veins. She got herself to an acceptable state via airport standards and forced down a bit of breakfast while despising every minute of it. Belle is not a morning, or a breakfast person if you haven't yet noticed. After checking, double-checking, and triple-checking her suitcase and backpack, it was officially time to head off to the airport on yet another adventure.  

     Belle was to the airport with plenty of time to spare, but after waiting for the rest of the crew, checking  bags, and getting through security, she had barely enough time to sprint into a coffee shop, throw her money at the cashier, and grab the nearest smoothie she could find (or as fast as the Batista could make it). The connecting flight was boarding and Belle was anxiously making her way back through the familiar halls to her designated gate while partially hoping that she wouldn't have to wait around for any stragglers that were still god-knows-where. 

     She boarded swiftly, tucking her boarding pass safely back into her purse. She'd need that later for the second boarding pass she'd be receiving when she reached Detroit; the layover location. After finding her seat located in the middle of someone she did not know and someone she did know, she settled in for a quick hour flight filled with enjoyable tunes and some Coke. Don't forget the little Delta pretzels. The part of the day that nobody was looking forward to was the 8 hour layover they were about to experience. I mean really, 8 hours? That's unheard of. Who was the twat that picked that connecting flight out? Certainly not Belle.
     The Delta terminal in the Detroit airport is not too shabby. It's one long building complete with a monorail to take you from end to end, a multitude of restaurants to choose from, and a pretty cool fountain.

     The group scanned the list of restaurants, trying to pick one that would occupy a large chunk of the eight hours they had to waste. The decision was made to eat at Max and Erma's, if that is the correct name of the little bar and grill. They had incredibly delicious old fashioned Oreo shakes and wonderful burgers. So if you ever find yourself in the Detroit airport, hit that place up. 

      Card games occupied much of the time as well, four hours if you can believe that. The group found that the excessive amount of time really wasn't too much of an issue. When you have a little fun and some pointless conversations, you can go quite a long way. 

     Belle scanned the empty gate of the terminal they had chosen to play cards in, her eyes falling on the  large clock they had posted at each gate and figured that they should head back to their gate in case of any possible last minute gate change and/or to grab a snack before the flight. Both of the tasks listed had to be done as well as the exchange of a conversation with a lovely British lad before the six hour flight coming their way. 

     The flight boarding process went fairly quickly and Belle was lucky enough to not only get a window seat, but not have anyone sitting in the seat in the middle of the three person row on an international flight! How much better could it get? Her head turned for the window only to discover that, what? 'There's no window?!' The words echoed through her skull and her heart sunk. She had been seated directly in the middle of the wing where the support beam ran over the plane. How could this happen? Gets window seat...without a window? Unheard of. But, at least it was dark out.

     Once the plane had left the ground and was in route to Heathrow, it was time for a movie and some dinner at 11 o'clock at night. The dinner was a mistake. So was the movie. Belle had made the selection of Anchorman for the first couple hours of the flight. She had seen Anchorman 2, but not Anchorman 1 and she was not very impressed. She personally thought the sequel was far more entertaining, and apologizes for all the die-hard original Anchorman fans. The second mistake: the dinner. She chose the pasta that looked to be semi appetizing. No part of it was appetizing. Take a look...

     Belle finished the movie and began to get tired, but the next problem struck. She cannot for the universe sleep vertically and no mater how she attempted to squish herself into a different "comfortable" position, none would prevail. Long story short, the twelve hour sleep she prefers to get was painfully reduced to a 1 hour nap. But don't worry, it's not like they had a full day ahead of them or anything*.

*For those of you that didn't notice or unable to decode the Internet language, that last sentence was dripping with sarcasm. The writer has little patience for those that cannot distinguish sarcasm. This shall be the one and only note. Thank you. 

We're so close to London that I can taste it. 

I'm just a particularly lazy writer that likes a bit of suspense so I'll leave you with this. 

To be continued...? 

I hope so. We've barely made a dent in the Euro trip.

Please comment and tell me if the story format is a good and entertaining idea.

I think it's a bit more fun instead of, "And then we did this, and then we did this."

Is third person bad? Do I sound crazy when I talk about myself (Belle) in this way?

I want to know your thoughts. 

GIVE ME YOUR IDEAS!

Thank you. 

-Belle xx