Lint Body

Vienna, here I am. After a crazy day of traveling, I finally made it to Vienna. The ordeal went something like this- My flight was scheduled to leave Salt Lake at 4:50, so I arrived at the airport at 3:00, plenty of time. At 7:30, after sitting in the airport for 4 1/2 hours, I finally boarded my flight. It turned out that there was a broken long-range navigation radio that needed fixing. Needless to say, I had plenty of time to make friends with some of the passengers. First, I ran into a boy named Zac from SLC (lucky Zac came for a standby seat and got put on first class). After talking with him awhile, I remembered I was wearing my Zac Posen t-shirt with a large ZAC scribbled across the front. Mildly embarrassing but it seems I dressed for the occasion. Next, I met two German exchange students, Tobias and Leah. Now, they are another story all together. Lastly, I met a girl from my Study Abroad program that was on my flight. She had to change her connecting flight from Paris to Vienna to my flight so some good came out of the flight delay after all.
The Salt Lake to Paris flight was a wonderful idea- no stops, no breaks, straight through to Paris. But it was long. I mean really really really long. Ten hours is a life time on a plane, especially when you can't sleep, don't have your own tv, and have never heard of any of the three movies being played. I think I checked my watch 100 times. After what seemed like ages, I managed to make it to the last hour, which I had to spent picking lint off myself. Here's why: I put away the Delta red fleece blanket, only to find I was completely covered in red lint. I even did a double take because I thought my pants had turned a shade of red. Even my white sweatshirt looked like a reddish white swirly mess. There was so much lint, I couldn't possibly pick it off so I had to think of an alternative. I used two bandaids as tape, they didn't last long. I then licked my three middle fingers and pushed the lint down my pant leg. This actually worked surprisingly well, though my neighbor was staring at me like I had some kind of disease. If he had been a gentleman, he would have offered me a lint roller, or at least some tape from his business bag. It was tedious work and I still didn't get it all off, not to mention I didn't even start on my white sweater. After that experience, we got on our connecting flight from Paris to Vienna. I was quite pleased when the stewardess mistook me for a Frenchie and started asking me things in French. The pleasure was short and bitter sweet, as I could not respond. Lastly, I took a taxi to my hotel in Vienna. My roommate and I walked and walked and walked around the city, ate at an Indian restaurant and returned to the hotel at about 10:00. The city is fabulous, it reminds me of Rome a little bit. All in all, here's a few travel tips I learned today.
1. Don't wear black pants on an international flight or
2. Don't use the complimentary fleece blanket. It will only bring grief and frustration or
3. Pack a lint roller