3pm EST, Sunday January 15
Well, here I am, sitting in the
Newark, NJ airport watching the Peruvians board their flight to Peru, the
Chinese to Hong Kong, the Swedes to Stockholm. And me, an American, to France,
to Paris! I haven’t posted on the Internet yet about my trip because I don’t
like to say where I’m going before I leave. Just in case any bad guys try to
rob our house. But be warned bad guys: Part of my family is still at home with
a very strong, capable male along with a guard dog, security system, and guards
posted around the perimeters. J
My Dad, Emily, and I are actually on our way to Africa, but we have to fly
through Europe to get there so we just decided to take a couple day lay over in
Paris.
As I sit in the airport it amazes
me that I’m about to take the same trip many immigrants took, yet it will take
me only 7 ½ hours to fly from the US to France. I actually flew near Ellis
Island as we landed. Millions of immigrants over the last hundred years have
taken that trip (the opposite way), by boat. They spent their entire life
savings on boat tickets to bring them and their families to a new life. Often
they left family members, never to see them again. They left lands of famine,
drought, and starvation. Yet, I’m taking the trip in less than a day, and I’m
leaving a wonderful home. I will see my family again in a matter of weeks. Times
have changed.
*Emily here, I would like to take this time to state that
this blog post has been highly embellished and is historically inaccurate. Anna
saw a sign for a flight to Sweden, therefore she assumed that everyone in the
nearby vicinity was Swedish. She made this same assumption for the flights to
Hong Kong and Peru respectively. Also, during our flight we were in the general
area of New York City. Therefore, Anna made another (faulty I might add)
assumption that we must have flown directly over Ellis Island. While this post
maybe entertaining, do not assume that any of it is actually true. Signed your
editor, Emily.
**Anna here again. Okay, perhaps I embellished things a bit,
but not as much as Emily suggests. There are Chinese people milling around, no
I did not check their passports to see if they were Chinese but they sure
looked it, same with Sweden and Peru.
It just sounded better that way. And maybe we didn’t flying directly
over Ellis Island, but we flew right next to New York City and I could see
where Ellis Island would be if we were just a little bit closer. Trust me, it
was there.
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