Oh, I was going to miss Edinburgh. (I already miss Mimi’s like crazyyyyy.)
But there was one more breakfast—in which I had haggis! It was good! And then we headed to Edinburgh Airport and I shopped at Boots, so does that make me an official British Person now?
Also, look at this lovely set up for people with various disabilities! How lovely! And helpful! America, DO THIS!
Once we got to Boston, Emily had a meltdown. Sort of. Well, yeah, a little crying jag. :)
Because there was a lot that happened.
First, you get off and you go to customs. (Where the agent will ask you questions and swipe your passport. No more passport stamps, BOO!) Once you go through customs, you then have to fetch your checked bag, and then take it to be re-checked. (Keep in mind, the bag has not left an airport. You have not had access to it to change anything.)
Our bags were heavy so thankfully there were carts here (there weren’t in Edinburgh, so we had to lug our suitcases quite a ways to the check in desk; Edinburgh Airport is small, but it’s not like American airports where you can get dropped off curbside, go through doors, and bam there’s the airline desks and baggage drop.).
Amilia and I (helped by a very nice gentleman!) got our bags to the Delta service area where we had to drop our bags onto the luggage belt (why the Delta employees did not do this like they do everywhere else in America, no idea). Then we had to go from Terminal E to Terminal A, which required much walking (even with people movers I had to keep my bags from falling all over the place on the cart—yeah, I realize the carts aren’t meant to go on the moving sidewalks, I did not care at this point) and when we finally got to A and I realized I had to go through security again I sat down on a bench and cried for a second. Because my body was tired! It was done with the silliness! Why do we have to go through security again, precious?!
I managed to slightly pull it together enough to go through security, where I was yelled at for not hearing that I needed to be patted down (gosh you Massachusetts people are so nice NOT) and of course my purse had to be scrutinized, even though I’d already been through security once today and had not left an airport, so there was nothing untoward that had magically entered it….
Once I had some Sprite in me I was much happier.
One more flight from Boston to Columbus, and then I was home!
There will be a few more posts: how I planned the trip and various notes! So the series is not over! :)