Sunday was departure day. Me and mom picked Kriszti up in Antwerp around 8. We put the luggage in the car and left for the train station in Roosendaal, a village in Holland. There we bought tickets for Amsterdam, Kriszti said goodbye to my mom, I found the toilets, and we got on the train to the airport (Amsterdam Schiphol).
We arrived there around 12.30 (thank you Kriszti for posting the exact time, cause I didn't have a clue :p ). We then found a luggage-storage facility (okay, i made that word up lol). It took a while, but eventually we managed to put Kriszti's huge (and heavy!) suitcase in there.
We walked around the huge airport for a while and Kriszti bought some snacks for the trip. Then we found a place to have lunch (I swear I'm never eating pasta in Holland ever again...worse stomach-ache in ages :s ) and then we started walking around the airport a little more.
We went to the "roof" of the airport, where you can go outside and watch the planes. However, and I'll quote Kriszti, this was "not as much fun as it sounds". We went to the ground floor again, and went outside there. We sat down next to to fountain and took some more pics:
Me and Kriszti, sitting in front of the fountain. The last pic of us together...
The last picture we took...lol XD.So then after a while we went back inside and looked at the flight information screens once more. But next to Kriszti's flight it said "Wait in lounge" which was pretty odd, since the check-in wasn't to be till three hours later... But just to be sure, we got the luggage out of the storage-thingy and went on our way to the gates. There we realized there had been a mistake, cause it wasn't open yet. So we just sat down near the gates, and waited... Those two (?) hours where pretty bizarre, cause I didn't want Kriszti to leave, but on the other hand, I wanted the waiting time to be over as soon as possible...cause just sitting there, being aware of the fact that you're gonna have to say goodbye soon is nearly as bad as the actual saying goodbye...Of the waiting time I don't remember that much...just that we made a really uhm...original drawing XD.
Then when the waiting was over I went along with Kriszti to check-in. I was quite relieved when the lady nodded that everything was okay with her papers and stuff...with this internet-reservation thing you never know...
I walked along with Kriszti as far as I could, but eventually we had to say goodbye. Hugging her and realizing I would have to wait a year to do that again, hurt me more than I had imagined it would. I walked away, but kept looking back as long as I could. Then I just went to the ground floor of the airport and found out that I had a train back to Roosendaal in about 20 min. Cause I couldn't bear just standing there with nothing else to think of than "a year is so long", I went up to the airport again, and bought some candy. I ate one of the little things in the package, and then forgot about it completely (I found the rest a week later in my bag).
Twenty minutes later I got on the train, and once again being alone with my thoughts was not very pleasant. But by the time the train got to Roosendaal I felt a bit better and managed to give my mom (who stood waiting at the platform, worried that I would forget to get off the train lmao) a smile. We got home a little hour later.
When I was alone in my room, I read the message Kriszti wrote in the book she gave me. The next 365 days, I'll be staring at it quite often....
Then when the waiting was over I went along with Kriszti to check-in. I was quite relieved when the lady nodded that everything was okay with her papers and stuff...with this internet-reservation thing you never know...
I walked along with Kriszti as far as I could, but eventually we had to say goodbye. Hugging her and realizing I would have to wait a year to do that again, hurt me more than I had imagined it would. I walked away, but kept looking back as long as I could. Then I just went to the ground floor of the airport and found out that I had a train back to Roosendaal in about 20 min. Cause I couldn't bear just standing there with nothing else to think of than "a year is so long", I went up to the airport again, and bought some candy. I ate one of the little things in the package, and then forgot about it completely (I found the rest a week later in my bag).
Twenty minutes later I got on the train, and once again being alone with my thoughts was not very pleasant. But by the time the train got to Roosendaal I felt a bit better and managed to give my mom (who stood waiting at the platform, worried that I would forget to get off the train lmao) a smile. We got home a little hour later.
When I was alone in my room, I read the message Kriszti wrote in the book she gave me. The next 365 days, I'll be staring at it quite often....
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