Airport

My parents were leaving early in the morning on the 27th. In the morning of the 26th my dad said "I just got an e-mail from the airline saying they are having trouble with our credit card. I want to go sort things out with them now so we don't have to worry about it." I said why don't you go and mom and I can stay here." My mom said why don't we all go, it won't take long. It will be an adventure." I happily agreed.

Happiness turned to annoyance when we arrived at the airport. Having been to there several times before I have learned my way around. I was trying to lead them to the airline desks but my dad was insistent that he knew where the desk was. He took the escalator down even though I had told him the desks were not down stairs. I became frustrated when they would not listen to me. My parents walked in the direction of the arrival gate both looking around seemingly unsure of where they were going. My dad kept walking but my mom slowed down and lingered around the arrival gate. I became suspicious. I looked at my mom and said "Is someone coming? Are we waiting for someone? Is Sam coming?!" She looked at me with a smile and at the moment tears burst from my eyes. I was so excited and unbelievably shocked that they were able to keep this a secret for so long. 

Here is where the story turns.
The flight arrive at 12:30. We waited at the gate and watched every single person from that flight walk by, but Sam was no where to be seen. We kept waiting but still no signs of Sam. My mom, dad and I all had senerios running through our head of what could have happened to him. The most likely where that he had missed his flight or he had been detained and was being questioned because of his business. Unsure what to do we decided it was best to head back to Uppsala. We ate sushi and returned to the hotel. We used all of our detective skills to figure out how to locate Sam. No e-mails, no facebook messages, nothing. Finally as my dad was searching the airline website for a phone number to call a little box popped up for live chat. My dad sent the flight information Sam had given to figure out if he had boarded the plane. The airline chat was able to locate Sam and told us he was on the KLM flight to Arlanda scheduled to arrive at 3:55. Hallelujah, he is alive and well! An immediate sense of relief was felt by us all. We called the airport and had Sam paged. I instructed him to take the train to Uppsala and less then an hour later the McGuire clan was reunited. I could not believe it.

The first thing I said to Sam was "so let's hear the story." There is always an adventure when Sam is traveling. Scratch that, Sams life is one big adventure!

So it turns out he gave my parents the wrong flight information but of course that is not the end of the story. Sam was flying KLM and decided to ask if he could get his seat upgraded. Sure enough he was moved to business class. He was wined and dined and was able to recline, truly living it up in the lap of luxury.

Sam stayed with me from the 27th to the 30th. Early in the morning on the 31st he jet set off to Sicily. We had a wonderful time sightseeing and shopping. Sam is now styled the Swedish way with a nice haircut, dapper straight leg green khaki's, a handsome gray sweater and suede wing-tipped boots.
We went to Stockholm for the day and we were both completely blown away by the photographs on display at the Fotografska Museum. Unbelievably beautiful, unbelievably powerful and unbelievably inspirational. We also went to the Viking burial mounds, Ikea, the Uppsala Castle, the Uppsala Cathedral and did lots of shopping.


What a great 2 weeks I have just had surrounded by the people I love :)