Sharing Memories (Week 2): First Airplane Ride
I am going to do a little bit of a twist on this memory because I don't know that I remember much about my first airplane ride. I know that I was quite young and that it was from Salt Lake City to Boise. I'd swear there is a picture out there of us at the airport, but I can't find it.
So, I am going to write about my first airplane ride out of the country almost 30 years ago. It was a flight leaving Los Angeles to Lima, Peru and then another flight to Rio and then on to Montevideo, Uruguay.
There were several memorable parts to the flight to Peru. Part one was the landing which happened to be at night. I could tell that the plane was descending and descending and yet, unlike anywhere I'd been in the United States, there weren't any lights and as we continued to descend I still didn't see any lights, but anxiously kept wondering - where is the airport!? This went on for some time until just before the plane touched down and suddenly THERE WERE LIGHTS on the runway. Whew!
The next interesting, yet somewhat intimidating part was entering the terminal where there was certainly a sense that we were in another country. Everything was very gray and simple construction and there were soldiers standing around with machine guns acting as security. There were also people selling things laid out on blankets along the corridors between the gates. We didn't spend much time looking because we wanted to make it to our gate and be sure we didn't miss the next plane as the layover wasn't very long at all.