... is NOT the kind of plane I was on last night.
After leaving for the Portland airport at 7:45 am, catching a flight to Denver at 11 am, then connecting in Albuquerque, I finally got to Clovis, New Mexico. The first two planes were pretty big, 3 seats on each side. I'm then running through the Albuquerque airport, stressed because I can't find my gate to catch my third and final flight of the day. I arrive at Gate 1, and immediately think "this can't be it." Well, it was. "It" was a 19 seater plane, with 2 pilots, and 2, yes 2, passengers. I fly about 3 times a month, so I didn't get nervous about this little plane until the lady flying next to me started screaming and yelling that she was so scared. I was trying to relax and read my Cosmo, when all I could think about was smacking her across the head with it.
|The cabin of the plane.|
Needless to say it was a long flight. But after 50 minutes we finally landed on the ground. I step off the plane and immediately smell cows (Stace was right). I walk into the one room airport and anxiously await my ride.
This is my first full day at Eastern New Mexico University and it is jammed packed (just the way I like it!). I have only 5 short days here and I'm off to Dayton, OH to visit the lovely ladies of Eta Pi and Wright State!