If I wasn't distraught enough, with leaving behind friends and family, at least I could count on the various U.S. I traveled through to get me to the level of distraught I needed to be on. It all started with the Lindbergh terminal in MSP. Not only was I unable to park at the main terminal, but I had to be Light Railed and trammed to the ticketing area, which in total took an extra hour of my time. Luckily, my brilliant mother decided we should go early, since we both knew I was going to have to unpack my knowlying too heavy of checked suitcases I was bringing.
I finally get to the Delta ticket counter and it won't let me check in. I am finally told by an agent, who I waited for 15 minutes to help me, that I am actually flying Alaskan Airlines (although my ticket said Delta). I get in line with Alaskan, check in, and OF COURSE my baggage is a good 9 pounds over. (Sorry heating pad, comfy Theta sweatpants, and brown zip-up for discarding you into my SHIP ME TO HAWAII box). When all and all was done, my mother pointed out that I never handed the lady a credit card, so as such, I did not pay for my luggage (The only upside to this whole adventure).
It is now time to board the plane. Now other times I have traveled, specifically to Hawaii before, I have had the luxury of sitting either on the outside of the seating arrangements, or with a seat between myself at the window person. That was not my luck today. I got placed in the last row, in between 2 massive guys. However it was a blessing in disguise as I quite enjoyed the company of these 2 such men. They were two men named Brian and Joe, one working as a part-time 10th grade teacher and the other working part-time at unknown, traveling to Skagway, Alaska to play a gig. Joe was the drummer of their band, which I unfortunately did not catch the name of, as Brian was the guitarist. The other member of their band lived in or near Skagway. The plane ride went fairly fast as the 3 of us discussed politics, religion, finanical burdens of the U.S., movies, television shows, and our lives.
In Seattle the 3 of us said our goodbyes and good lucks as we wandered off to our designated terminals. I grabbed a bite to eat from a delicious Italian bistro in the Seattle Airport Food Court, and began to make my way towards S6--my departure gate. However, what I didn't know was that I would have to go down several sets of escalators and board a train to get to said S6. I arrived, after 20 minutes of walking and traveling, to S6 and enjoyed my meal while starring at a set of mountains (don't get many views like that in MN). I eventually boarded the plane, and readied myself for the 6 hour flight. While doing so, my seat buddy, who later I would discovered was named Sasha, came upon me. We both got comfortable in our seats and immediately hit it off. We found we had many interests in common, like that of Twilight, Harry Potter, hiking, and movies. We talked the whole time on the 6 hour flight, with the exception of an hour and half break to watch Narnia......
and I officially made my first friend in Hawaii.
Maybe God really did want me to take this adventure after all.....
Aloha,
Jenna
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