After a tough week of training last week and feeling tired and bit stressed out, I decided we just need to laugh today. So no running or weight loss tips today. Just a funny story about my first international trip.
One of my best friends is Australian. We met when we were both living in Atlanta, Georgia quite a few years ago. When my friend returned to Australia, we made plans that I would come for a visit. Now there’s a perk about having international friends, uh? And who doesn’t want to visit Australia, right?!
The trip was amazing! My friend lives in Tasmania, the island state south of mainland Australia, so I spent most of my time there. We visited places like Wine Glass Bay where I discovered water as blue as magazine photos does exist. And then there was Cradle Mountain, the Cadbury chocolate factory where we got to sample chocolate throughout the tour (a chocolate lover’s dream come true!), penguins in the wild, and Port Arthur, an historical convict site. Plus, I got to meet and hang out with other friends of my friend and just experience real Australian life. Oh, and did I mention all the wallabees hopping about?! I had the time of my life.
And then the end of the trip came, and my friend and I both got sick. We were planning to both go to Sidney a day before my flight home, but I ended up going to Sidney alone. I found my hotel and laid across the bed, feverish and feeling like crap but bound and determined to see the Sidney Opera House. I mean, who knew if I’d ever make it back to Australia? So I found a map and walked to the Opera House, which was every bit as magnificent as it looks in photos although visiting it sick and alone was a bit anti-climactic.
The next morning (and this is the funny part) I took a cab to the airport to catch my flight home. I still felt like crap. My head was all congested; I felt like I was walking in a fog. I walked to the desk to check in for my flight, wondering why my line was so short. An airline worker saw me and asked me if “wanted a chicken.” “A chicken?” I thought to myself. What an odd question to ask someone in an airport, but I politely shook my head no. A bit later, he asked me again if I wanted a chicken. “What’s up with this guy and chickens?” I thought to myself, feeling more and more miserable the longer I stood there. A third time, he asked me if I wanted a chicken. “Will you just quit with the chickens?!” I’m thinking. “I don’t want a chicken! I just want to get on the airplane!” But this time as my mental rant ended, I realized he wasn’t talking about farm animals. He was asking me if I wanted to CHECK IN!
Oy! Australian accents! I’m sure my face turned all colors of red. He probably thought I was some kind of stupid! But when I nodded yes this time, he pointed me across the aisle to a line that was 10 miles long and had probably grown a mile while I’m over here trying to think of how to get out of taking a chicken home.
After flying 14 hours straight, I landed in LA 2 hours before I left (yeah, try to wrap your brain around that!), and finally made it home–all without a chicken. The end.
Enjoy your day!
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