Make a run for it


It’s always the case that when I opt for the flight with less layover time at the airport there is a delay with my flight. Result: I have to spend the entire duration of the flight to connecting airport huffing and puffing, fretting about whether I’m going to make my connection at all. Add to that the stress of knowing said connection is the last flight to the island and you’ve got yourself a nerve-wracking trip ahead of you.

That was me on Saturday.

I checked in on time and was informed that the plane had a 20-minute delay, at which point I had already started calculating average time it would take me to get from one gate to another in semi-running (quick pacing) mode. At Cyprus airport I also took care of my bookcrossing item and tried as much as I could to make it a surprise for the next person to discover it.

Chocolate lovers have an advantage.

Chocolate lovers have an advantage

I then waited around the gate patiently and finally boarded the plane only to hear over the speakers an announcement that the plane would have a further delay of 20 minutes. Estimated time to get from gate of arrival to gate of departure: 15 minutes. Swell.

I moved up to the first row of economy class and knew that upon landing I had to RUN. And I did. We arrived at the furthest possible gate and I raced through the entire Eleftherios Venizelos, the whole time feeling like I was re-enacting a scene from Run Lola Run. I got to the gate on the dot and managed to make it home in one piece. And breathless.

Being back to base and my beading-corner-of-a-factory feels great. Yesterday I made a lot of new earrings, which I’ll post on flickr today as well as Etsy. Gradually the shop is growing and by tonight I hope to have updated all of my items that are currently available for sale. First order goes out today and I might post a photo of it in the next entry because if anything, it’s the start of something big (or even big-small). And this leaves me breathless too.

Left on a jet plane or two


After a whole day of traveling, preceded by night of utter paranoia and insomnia, I managed to get myself here in middle of nowhere UK to visit my sister. On the night before the flight, as always, I could hardly sleep, constantly fretting about whether I had remembered to pack everything.

[This proved a sensible thing to do, since I actually came up with a number of items I’d forgotten, but was too cold to get out of bed and jot down, so I found myself making catchy acronyms in my head so that I would remember in the morning. It worked.]

Meanwhile, add to that a sore throat, and mild fever, and general sleeplessness and that is basically the sum of the whole of my day in transit yesterday.┬áBut here I am. I’ve already located the local bead shop and I can’t wait to check it out tomorrow. Fever or no fever.