I am one happy girl to annouce that our vacation is finally here! I am writing this post from the patio of our hotel room, looking at our pool and some palm trees. Life is good. But we deserve to relax after the start we got yesterday...
We flew with an airline called Ryanair, which is incredibly cheap but has all these hidden rules when you fly, as well as the strictest baggage regulations ever. The ONLY piece of luggage you can bring is backpack. So, Ann and I decided to share a checked bag (we were actually being proactive for once!) to save a little money. Of course I packed just about as much stuff as humanly possible in my half of the suitcase (no surprise there). It was stuffed to the brim with clothes, sandals, jewlery, you name it. We knew it felt heavy, but the normal limit at Ryanair is 20 kilos (about 44 pounds) so we thought we'd be good. We stuffed as much as we could in our backpacks so our bag wasn't as heavy.
We waited in an incredibly long line to check the bag, and got incredibly nervous as we saw at least three groups of people in front of us sitting on the floor next to the line rearranging their stuff because they had gone over the limit. Not gonna lie, we got just a little nervous... We finally made it to the front of the line and set our bag on the scale.... 23.5 kilos.
Whew, not bad. We were thinking it would be easy to take six(ish) pounds out of the suitcase and stuff it somewhere in our backpacks. Just after that, the woman told us that somehow we were only able to have a 15 kilo bag, which made us 8 kilos (over 16 pounds) above the limit. That's when we hit panic mode. We asked if we could just pay the overage fee and the woman said of course, but it's 20 euro per kilo. 120 euro for a lousy 8 kilos! NO THANKS LADY.
So, we were those girls. Sitting on the floor, suitcase wide open, everyone looking at our underwear, jewlery, everything. We were frantic. We took almost ALL of our jewlery out and put it on. I was wearing necklaces, earrrings, and literally had three rings on every finger. Still too heavy. Then we took all our bathing suits and stuffed them frantically into the side pockets of our backpacks. Not enough. Curling iron, out. Straightener, out. Back to the scale. Still too heavy. Shoes out. Still need more. I was a nervous wreck. We were running out of time to make it through security and to our gate. Even though I was freaking out, I couldn't stop laughing. People in line were laughing at us, people who were doing the same thing as us were laughing. EVERYONE laughed.
Finally, we came to the conclusion that we had to throw somet stuff away. We had NO choice.
The new lotion I had bought a couple of weeks before. Garbage.
The new tanning oil I had bought YESTERDAY for 8 euro. Garbage.
I was about to sink into a deep depression, but then the lady behind the counter FINALLY let us go...Still a half a kilo over. Thank God.
We walked through the airport with bathing suits hanging out of our packbacks that barely zipped from all the stuff. I was wearing FIVE shirts, jeans, and, worst of all- a jean shirt over that. I was walking through the airport with a full- scale JOUTFIT and a fedora. We were definitely a sight to see. We were laughing so hard I think I sweated through all five layers.
When we got to security, the man stopped me after my bag had gone through and told me that I had a plastic bottle in my bag. I panicked for a second because I didn't want to have to unload EVERYTHING in front of everyone in the airport. Thank goodness, I had shoved my jar of crunchy peanut butter from aunt Georgia in the side pocket but completely forgot about taking it through security. I was so embarrassed cause the man was looking me up and down in my five shirts and Mr T jewlery, I told him to just take it and throw it away. He just ignored me, waved the guard over there, and held up the entire line to ask if I could bring crunchy peanut butter on an airplane. EMBARRASSING.
We made it. Crunchy peanut butter and all. And as soon as we got on the plane we were the people taking off three shirts in front of everyone cause we just didn't give a damn anymore..
A rough start? Maybe. Do I regret it? No.
Ready to soak up some sun (if this forecast ever turns around) and enjoy my week in the Canary Islands.
Until next time,
Nat
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