If you have to be stuck in an airport for 8 hours, make it the Incheon International Airport. I’ve done it, and it was wonderful. To pass the time, Rick and Kim and I:
- walked to Caribou Coffee and bought drinks and snacks for breakfast
- impersonated Intense Cart Lady
- made art at the Korean Cultural Exhibition
- took a family photo
- made more art at a different Korean Cultural Exhibition
- watched a performance of traditional Korean music
- dressed up in traditional Korean clothing
- reenacted our favorite scenes from the movie Elf
- played Catan
- ate a delicious lunch of bibimbap and bulgogi
But eventually the fun came to an end and we had to get on the plane to go home.
The trans-Pacific flight was only 10 hours, which was ridiculously short when compared to 13 hours. (On the flight over, it was hard to imagine a time before we were on the plane.)
The LAX airport sucks. Every time I pass through I feel bad for those people who first experience America at the LA airport.
But time passed and then it was really time to go home. Miraculously, we arrived in Tulsa early – I know, right?! My backpack survived, too, which was equally as unexpected. Some friends picked me up at the airport – they made a lovely welcome party!
I was at home for 15 minutes, just enough time to change, and then some other friends picked me up and we headed out to Caravan (the country dance club in town). I was on the dance floor by 10:30 (having landed at 9:30). I smelled like 40 hours worth of airplane, but Caravan reeks of smoke anyway so I’m pretty sure no one noticed.
It was probably the best return to country I’ve ever had – dancing with my friends!