Wednesday was another travel day. We had seen enough of Rome and we were ready for our next European destination! At this point, we both would probably consider ourselves pretty savvy when it comes to traveling. We know what we are allowed to bring, how to go through airport security and where to go once we get to our next destination; however, man, were we wrong this time...
We had gotten through airport security, we were two hours earlier than our flight, and at this point had nothing specific to do but to take it easy, people watch, and just wait for our flight. (Unfortunately our computer had run out of juice, so we could only people watch while at the airport, but we did have a great spot, so we weren't complaining). After analyzing probably the entire terminal population, our flight was finally called to board. We got into line and when we got to the front desk, where a lady was checking our tickets, she looked at us stupidly and said that we did not have our tickets stamped and needed to go back out to the front desk and get them stamped in order to board the plane.
We both looked at each other in a panic, but we really had no other option so we ridiculously ran to the security gate and asked if we could get our tickets stamped there without having to go all the way back through security again. The guard looked at us as if we had four heads and said no, so we ran under the security tape and went up to the next place we thought would help us out- the information desk. The lady there just told us that we need to go to desk three.
At this point, ten minutes had passed and we both were losing hope. We only had ten minutes left before our plane took off. Not knowing how we were ever going to get through the long line of people waiting to get their tickets stamped and pass through security in time, we decided our best option would be to go to the front of the line and ask as nicely as possible if we could skip in line. Luckily, we found a couple who spoke English and they were more than open to let us go ahead of them (We probably looked so pathetic and on the verge of tears that they thought this would be the least of our worries).
We finally got our tickets stamped and there was less than ten minutes until the flight was supposed to take off. We were pushing it to the limit. We ran to the security and asked if we could jump in line. At first they were hesitant, but then they allowed us to (again it was probably our sad looks that helped).
We kicked off our shoes, threw our back packs into bins and stepped through the metal detectors as quickly as possible. When our stuff went through the machine, we literally threw our shoes on, grabbed our bags and ran like prison escapees back to our gate. Fortunately for us, the airport was on the smaller size, but that didn't change the fact that we looked like complete idiots while racing through the airport. If we didn't make it, we had no idea what we would do because there was only one flight there.
When we got to our gate, there was one man there waiting for us. After checking our stamps, he opened the door and a bus was waiting for us to take us to our plane. We had made it! Both of us were shaking with adrenalin when we sat down on the plane, but then we couldn't help but laugh. We felt as if we were just part of an action film and we had just made our deadline before a huge bomb went off (okay, maybe a little extravagant, but it was crazy). The airplane doors closed and we finally could breathe again. We were off to Greece!
We had gotten through airport security, we were two hours earlier than our flight, and at this point had nothing specific to do but to take it easy, people watch, and just wait for our flight. (Unfortunately our computer had run out of juice, so we could only people watch while at the airport, but we did have a great spot, so we weren't complaining). After analyzing probably the entire terminal population, our flight was finally called to board. We got into line and when we got to the front desk, where a lady was checking our tickets, she looked at us stupidly and said that we did not have our tickets stamped and needed to go back out to the front desk and get them stamped in order to board the plane.
We both looked at each other in a panic, but we really had no other option so we ridiculously ran to the security gate and asked if we could get our tickets stamped there without having to go all the way back through security again. The guard looked at us as if we had four heads and said no, so we ran under the security tape and went up to the next place we thought would help us out- the information desk. The lady there just told us that we need to go to desk three.
At this point, ten minutes had passed and we both were losing hope. We only had ten minutes left before our plane took off. Not knowing how we were ever going to get through the long line of people waiting to get their tickets stamped and pass through security in time, we decided our best option would be to go to the front of the line and ask as nicely as possible if we could skip in line. Luckily, we found a couple who spoke English and they were more than open to let us go ahead of them (We probably looked so pathetic and on the verge of tears that they thought this would be the least of our worries).
We finally got our tickets stamped and there was less than ten minutes until the flight was supposed to take off. We were pushing it to the limit. We ran to the security and asked if we could jump in line. At first they were hesitant, but then they allowed us to (again it was probably our sad looks that helped).
We kicked off our shoes, threw our back packs into bins and stepped through the metal detectors as quickly as possible. When our stuff went through the machine, we literally threw our shoes on, grabbed our bags and ran like prison escapees back to our gate. Fortunately for us, the airport was on the smaller size, but that didn't change the fact that we looked like complete idiots while racing through the airport. If we didn't make it, we had no idea what we would do because there was only one flight there.
When we got to our gate, there was one man there waiting for us. After checking our stamps, he opened the door and a bus was waiting for us to take us to our plane. We had made it! Both of us were shaking with adrenalin when we sat down on the plane, but then we couldn't help but laugh. We felt as if we were just part of an action film and we had just made our deadline before a huge bomb went off (okay, maybe a little extravagant, but it was crazy). The airplane doors closed and we finally could breathe again. We were off to Greece!
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