I don't even really like McDonald's very much, but our first meal back in the states was a Quarter Pounder with Cheese and Fries. And it was delicious.
Traveling for 20+ hours is rough, especially when your international flight is delayed, the line at immigration has hundreds of people, and you're transferring through O'Hare (uggh, O'Hare).
Mostly, though, the scariest part of the flight was when we arrived at the airport in Ho Chi Minh City to check in, and the attendant informed Liz that he wasn't seeing her name in the system. Mild panic attack right there. Thankfully, though, I had brought the receipt with me, so we dug that out and the attendant worked some magic and got her on the flight.
Then, going through Chicago, our international flight arrived an hour late, so we missed our connection, and getting through immgration and customs took at least an hour and a half. When we finally got through and went to the counter to re-check our bags, they also re-issued us our tickets for a new flight. But again, they couldn't find Liz in the system. So, I had a confirmed seat and she was flying standby, which was nervewracking.
We got our tickets at 5:30 for a 6:45 flight. Got to security about 5:45. Got through security at about 6:20. Sprinted all the way down the terminal at O'Hare, dodging in and out of people and suitcases, to the very last gate, where we arrived just as they called the final boarding call.
Thankfully, there was room on the plane, and Liz got her seat, but we had no time to even think about dinner. So when we landed in Boston at 10, we were starving. Hence, McDonald's.
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