I get to Schipol, the plane is broken, flight is cancelled... HOOOORAAAAAAY!!! Start sending emails (or trying to, they don't go through) from the line, to round up extra $ from home and start planning an extra day or five... when after 45 minutes in line, "we changed our minds, the flight is going!" (I guess it's good the emails didn't go through!)
Fuck you.
I beg. I plead. I whine. They won't let me stay.
Flight gets into Philadelphia 75 minutes late... I now have 40 minutes to go through immigration, customs, back through security, and halfway across the airport! I sprint to my gate... to find it has been changed... and now I get to sprint back to the main hub, and then the other half of the way through the airport! I am the last person on the plane. "sorry sir, we are going to have to gate check your carry-on." Yay, now instead of being home 40 minutes after getting off the plane, I can still be waiting at baggage claim instead!! I move my electronics from the bag, get on the plane, and find 3 completely empty overhead bins!
Fuck you.
This flight ends up delayed too...
Well, I am now home! Figured I'd just get the ugly part of the trip over with. After I send US Airways (again, fuck you.) a lovely complaint letter in the morning, I'll get over it and start digging into all the good stuff!
16 days, no illness, no injury, no (lasting) humiliation, and no getting hit by bikes or trams. All in all, I declare my first trip a complete success. Hopefully I will be back in this summer!