Finally the day arrived, and, we’re going to the US! At little tired from yesterday’s going-away-party, I woke up early, packed the last stuff (a lot of things didn’t make the last cut, as I didn’t have enough suitcase-space), and cleaned my room. It took longer, than I expected so a little stressed, I went to the airport to meet up with Jonas, who is also going.

At the airport we couldn’t check in on the self-service counters because of some apparently unknown problem, and after walking between the terminals, we found the right helpdesk. The problem was, that – even though we have filled in the information a gazillion times in different forms – we have to enter information like where we will be staying in the US and so on, before we can board the plane.

With only an hour till take-off we finally were finally checked in, and could check in our luggage (I was excused for 1 kg overweight, thank you!). The security was quickly passed, so we just had time for the mandatory Starbucks buy-and-share-a-pic coffee, before boarding the plane.

Shipping off to Boston!

Our plane trip was via Iceland, so after 3 hours’ flight, we landed in snowy Reykjavik. A little delayed we had about an hour in transit, so we just had time to buy some food (no food is included on Icelandair flights) and get online to contact the host people, we were going to live with.

After another (long) 5,5 hours’ flight, we landed in Boston, really tired and excited. We got through the border control relatively fast and easy and got our luggage. Then we broke up, as Jonas was picked up by his host family, and I found the transit bus to the centre and could change to the “T” on a classical underground subway station.

After a train ride and a little walk, I made it to the house, found the key under the mat, and locked myself into the apartment. I packed out in my room and set out to find something to eat for dinner. In best American style I found some pizza slices, which I brought home to eat with an episode of Family Guy (well, I should be trying to live like an American).

To reduce the jetlag I tried to stay up as long as possible, but at 11pm (which was like 5am for me) I couldn’t stay awake anymore.

Welcome to Boston!