I got an airplane ticket for Bar Harbor Airport. Finally! So excited!
My colleagues told me: “First time? They will ask for your weight! Don’t be afraid, their safety history is extremely good! Hopefully the weather is good when you’ll fly! In the winter? Oups, that’s risky…”
I arrived about 1h30 before my flight, a bit nervous because I didn’t want to be late. I parked at the “long term” side of the parking and took out my luggage. The doors at the airport were closed, just one room with light, where obviously a man was cleaning. Nothing else.
4:41 am. Well, I have still some time. I went back to my car, realized that the “short term” parking was in fact for a 14 days stay, so I decided to move the car closer. Parked in the new spot I shut down the radio I was listening on my way to the airport (the morning programme of the BBC, about Brexit and the potential limited power of the UK in the future, vast question for my morning!), and waited until the airport became alive.
At 4:56, finally one car came, and somebody entered the building. Yeah! At 4:58 suddenly lights turned on. I waited some minutes more before moving.
The check-in was fast and easy, I was the only one passenger at the desk. Yes, they asked my body weight, opened my luggage to check de visu the inside, and thank me a thousand times to be so early – “and if everybody would do the same!, etc”. When I was done I had a freshly brewed American coffee and relaxed a bit more.
No other passenger showed up. I passed the X-rays, waited in the gate area until the person who did the check-in picked me up to show me the way to the plane. Guess what? This was the nice Capeair agent trying to reach this person who could have an earlier flight! (See previous post “This was not an exception!”). My flight was ready. I entered the 8-places propeller aircraft, the 2 pilots turned the motor on, explained to me some basic safety measures, tested few things, and suddenly stopped the engines: the second passenger just arrived at the airport, we would wait for her!!!!
Well, I couldn’t get my private flight this time, but almost. The weather was great, sun rising on my left, flying just on top of white wool, the clouds drawing a perfect line of horizon. My phone was in my backpack, which they took and stored in one of the aisle before departure, so I had all my eyes to enjoy these 50 min flight. The arrival in Boston was perfect too. A great experience!
I had to catch still 2 airplanes before arriving in Spain, where I am spending the Christmas holidays… I am so excited! And for sure I’ll spend lots of time with them, so I’ll probably do a break in my writing for a while. Fins aviat!*
*”Fins aviat!”: “See you later!” In catalan.
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