A lot has happened in the last couple days.
We managed to get everything into our suitcases and three carry-ons. I was pretty proud of myself. Especially when we got to the ticket counter and our three big checked bags weighed 49.5, 50, and 50.5 pounds (you’re allowed 50 – he didn’t bug us about the one that was a half a pound over). I can’t tell you how many times we weighed those things. Our scale is a little off and I was a little paranoid.
We all were awake through most of the flight to Chicago. Can I just say that I hate Chicago O’hare airport? That place was a mess. Also, if anyone’s interested, I flew KLM last time I flew out here and liked it a lot better than LOT airlines. It took me two or three days of dealing with the LOT people to get Evelyn added as a lapchild and it took them 15 minutes of our connection time at O’hare to figure out what was going on even after I’d added her.
Polish airlines was kind of an interesting experience. The plane was older and not as nice as the planes I was on last Fall. The interesting part was the service, though. It was really informal. We sat right next to the galley and the attendants brought us food and a drink at the beginning and end of the flight and the rest of the flight they had a cart in the galley with juices and cups and cups of water and anyone could just walk in and get a drink on their own. The whole flight the galley was pretty well open – people brought their trash down instead of waiting for the attendants to come by with a bag and I went in there several times to get water. Flying always dehydrates me. They also had currant juice, which I’d never had before. It was really good.
The other interesting thing about polish airlines was that everyone clapped when we landed. I’m not sure it’s polish airlines, or just the flight. Our flight from Warsaw to Budapest was also on Polish airlines and one person clapped when that one landed but no one really joined in. On the first flight the whole plane was clapping.
Then, of course, they lost our luggage. We’re still waiting to get that back. We had to go pick up Ivan’s phone yesterday because he’d left it with a friend while he was gone, so hopefully they didn’t try to call us yesterday. I’m really getting a little frustrated. I really want my hairbrush and Evelyn’s bouncy seat. She usually sleeps in it. And I keep thinking “Hey, we brought… oh yeah it’s in our checked bags.” or “Hey, I could use… oh yeah, I don’t have that bag yet.” Grrr.
Then, last night around 8 our landlord came over and informed us that he needed our apartment back. He lived in it and moved into a hostel that he runs so he could rent out our apartment, but the hostel is too noisy and busy and he’s not getting any sleep. I felt a little bad for the guy – he really did look beat, but he’s been a somewhat spastic landlord and now we have to find a new apartment. He’s going to help us look for one, but we’re all still adjusting to the time change and Ivan’s got his qualifier that needs to happen in the next week or two. And we still don’t have our luggage to move with us. So if it takes a week or two to get moved I don’t think I’m going to feel too badly about it.
I swore to myself before we left that I was going to do nothing exciting for at least a month once we got here because I was so worn out from all the technicalities and planning it took just to move here. So much for that plan I guess. It will be nice to have a different apartment though, I think. This one never feels clean to me.