Sunday, March 19th 2017
When we arrived in Paris, we stayed in another hotel just for the night before our flight to Cincinnati. I will surely miss the smell of fresh croissants in the morning for breakfast. We took the bus to the airport at about 8:30am.
I was glad we arrived so early. The entire airport was covered in mobs of people and their luggage. Plus, we always have to make sure we have everyone. All eighteen of us and not one person left behind. (Although it was funny to see someone get left behind at the tram if this person forgot to get off at the right stop, hehe.)
The worst part for me (because my luck isn’t that great at airports apparently), was that the airport security needed to recheck one of my bags. We were already running late, so I felt horrible that I got stuck behind. With the help of Dr. Guan who carried one of my bags, I began my run to the gate. It felt like a scene out of movie– mind you, I was already limping for the last few days. So the amount of energy I had to expend to rush to the gate was great.
And holy crap, I made it with only a couple of minutes to spare. Completely out of breath, I passed out in my seat.
I called my dad to let him know that I arrived safely in Cincy. After passing more security checkpoints, I could finally breathe easy and be back home. My parents picked me up from the airport, and I reluctantly said bye to everyone. Compared to our very first group meeting, we were such a close, tight-knit group now. I really felt comfortable with these people after all that we got to experience together. I exchanged social media so that we could keep in touch, and we also shared the contacts of our French counterparts.