Just realized that I never pressed the "publish" button on this post so here is a very delayed post :)
Guess what? I am back in Polska! To be quite honest, I was excited to get back to Poznan. Now, don’t look too much into that statement and start telling people that “Ola is never coming back to America!” or something like that. It’s just that after being fortunate enough to have a 3 week break from school, I was rejuvenated enough to want to head back to school and finish the last month and a half of classes and exams and be done with my first year in PT school! Yikes! You know what they say, “Time flies when you’re having fun!” Before I continue about my last few days back, I have to tell you about how ridiculous my flight back was.
My flight was scheduled for ten on Tuesday night. My parents and Rocky (of course) brought me to the airport where we had to wait in a 45 minute line to get my bag checked. I knew that my bag was over the limit slightly, but I thought that since there were three younger guys working the check-in desks that I could somehow distract them with my awkwardness and they would let my bag go, a few kilos too heavy. Unfortunately, when I walked up to the check-in desk, the one nasty, malicious old woman happened to be the one checking me in. When I say nasty and malicious, I mean the woman did not smile one little bit or even look my way. Needless to say, I sweet talked the lady into letting my 4 kilo too heavy bag through. I wasn’t so lucky with the carryon, however. Apparently they weigh the carryons now. Note to self- don’t pack all of your heaviest things in your carryon. The bag is supposed to weigh 12lbs. Mine weighed literally 30lbs. I wish I was kidding. So, my mom and I took out half of my things and got it all the way down to 14lbs. Now, if you know my mom and me, there was no way that I was going to let it go. Naturally, we walked away from the check-in desk where we put all of my things back into my carryon. Surprised? Didn’t think so. After this ordeal, I waited another 45 minutes in the security line and rushed onto the plane. The plane was for some reason not a LOT polish airline plane, but an Air Italy plane (I was as confused as you probably are). It was a nine hour flight filled with screaming babies, barking dogs, hunger and EXTREME heat. I must say that I wasn’t exactly the happiest camper when I was about to step off the plane. Oh and here’s the best part- when I first got onto the plane, the stewardess said that she would put my bag in the back of the plane and bring it back to me right before we would land since there was no room in my row 6 seat. As you can probably guess, I had to wait until all the people stepped off the plane to get my bag because nobody brought my bag to me which is fine, but here’s where it gets interesting. As the last few passengers are walking off the plane, I notice some random man walking with a red bag with a green ribbon towards me. As he got a bit closer to me, I realized that he was about to step off the plane with my carryon- the same carryon that was illegally too heavy! I immediately reacted and just said to the man, “Um, that’s mine. Thanks.” And I walked off the plane. It wasn’t until I stepped off the plane that I realized that due to the not-so-comfortable conditions I was stuck in for nine hours, I wasn’t exactly nice to that man. I noticed later on at the airport that he found his own carryon. Here’s the part that was interesting though- his carryon was blue, not red. Way to grabbing my red one.
After about 15 hours of traveling including three hours of standing in line, I hopped in a cab and headed to my room. I quickly showered and within 45 minutes, I was dolled up and waiting for the tram with my friends. It was our friend, Malin’s, surprise birthday party so naturally, I couldn’t miss it. All throughout the Old Square there are outdoor tables and umbrellas at all the restaurants and that is where Malin and her boyfriend were eating dinner. There was a group of 24 of us that were getting ready to surprise her. Of the 24 of us, only two of us didn’t speak a lick of Norwegian so singing “happy birthday” in Norwegian didn’t prove to be a success for the two of us, but everyone else nailed it (I think). Our group literally marched outside to where Malin was eating dinner and in front of hundreds of people started chanting “happy birthday” in Norwegian. Almost immediately, the people in the restaurant moved a few tables together and within minutes we were all “cheers”ing to Malin’s birthday. She literally had no idea that any of this was going to happen so to say she was surprised was an understatement. There was even a fire show in the middle of the Square that we were able to watch. When I got back from the Square, it was already 11pm, but due to jet lag, I decided to unpack and clean my room. I finally got to bed at 1am, only to wake up at 5am. Jet lag at its’ finest my friends. The rest of the week was filled with lots of meetings, emails, classes and catching up with friends. More to come soon!