Now that I live in St. Paul/Roseville, the trip to the airport was short. Granted I had to drop Mitch off at work, come back home, then drive to the airport. One car problems. Anyway,when I got to the airport, I saw some folks holding signs that said the parking was full in terminal one. I went around once trying to figure out where else I could park and came back to the same spot. WHERE was I supposed to park if I was picking someone up from this terminal and HOW was this parking ramp full? I think one of the guys holding a sign could tell I had no clue where to park and gave me some directions to head to the second terminal, park and get back to the first to meet my parents. Thankfully, I figured my way back to the first terminal where international flights were coming in. I had my fingers crossed that I would remember where I parked.
Waiting sucks. I waited for quite a while. I saw my parents coming down the escalator. Was it me or was it me? My parents somehow looked smaller. It was just a weird feeling...seeing them after so long. Hugging them felt weird too, sort of how you feel when you are not sure whether to hug or not. The reason being, I had gotten accustomed to the American hug. I forgot about the kiss on the cheeks, something my family picked up from living in France I think.
It was great to see them again! That's it for today. There's a lot to talk about with my parents.
~Di