Here I am, sitting in the Chicago airport about to enjoy the remaining 8 hours of my 10 hour layover. YAY!!!
Wouldn't be so bad if I could clear security and didn't have to lug around enough luggage to last a small family a year. But my connecting airline counter doesn't open for another 5 hours and I can't leave my luggages side. (It has been announced every 5 minutes since I got here.) Still haven't established what I am going to do if I need to use the washroom in the next 5 hours because these bags won't fit in a stall with me . . . however I am in the states and it is a super size country, maybe they have super size stalls?
The trip started on a low note with my carry-on bad being rejected due to additional screening measures for those entering the US from international locations. So with the quick thinking of the Mom and a gift shop satchel and some quick suitcase repacking I was as good to go as I was going to be. Upon arriving here in Chicago I find one of the biggest airports I've ever seen and I am only in Terminal 5, there are 4 others. There are so many airline counters in this terminal my A.D.D. kicked in before I could finish counting them all. After another repacking of my bags (I can now have a carry on, the additional screening only applies to those arriving in the US not those already in the US, makes sense eh? Us Canadians are known for our unrest and violence or wait is it for being one of the most peaceful nations in the world . . . I am going to have to go with the latter.) and some nasty airport food I am ready for a nap before I enter lag 2 of my venture south.
I am now going to go and try to find a corner and curl up on my suitcases. Doubtful since every inch of this airport is covered with people but I will try none the less.
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