We made it to the airport and across the Atlantic without a hitch, but once we reached Chicago, tragedy struck. Our flight was delayed 5 times before being cancelled altogether. Only five hours from home, and our last leg of the journey disappeared.
After an hour of trying to find new flights, Greyhound and Megabus tickets, and rental services, our trip leaders decided the best choice was to stay the night in an airport hotel and figure it all out there.
We loaded the vans and headed to the hotel having no clue of how we would all get home. We spent restless hours at the hotel without our bags wondering and waiting. When morning finally came, it was announced that we would be riding back in two large SUVs. Unfortunately, there were 17 of us and only 16 seats to go around. Someone needed to volunteer to ride the Greyhound back.
After some consideration, knowing I wouldn't be making it to work either way, I volunteered with Jeff to stay behind. We walked through Chicago's streets to the Greyhound and spent more time riding buses that day than we did on airplanes the day before. The group made it back 6 hours before us, but I can't complain. We all made it back in one piece, and my luggage was the first to make it back to Cincinnati. It was definitely a learning experience for the books.
Attached are my final paragraph responses for the course.
Thank you for learning and reflecting with me :).