The Flight and Bus Ride to Mass-O

So once I abandonned my family on the other side of the impassable emtal detector machine, I waved some more and made my way to my gate. It was not that hard since The London International Airport has only 4 gates, all within a stones throw, nevermind, a stones toss away from eachother. I went about trying to find a song to listen to. It turned out to Montreal Calling by Moblie. How appropriate. And as the song started they called my flight to board. Sweet deal. No less than 10 minutes in the airport and I`m already boarding my plane. So I make my way out to the plane and low and behole my Air Canada Jazz flight is smaller than my dads tractor-trailer. This should be interesting.

I walked up the stairs to the mini-plane, and found my seat. It was not that hard considering there were only 2 rows of 2. Perfect. I had this lady who looked to be Hindu, or Arabic sit beside and I was like cool someone to talk to! Then she switched to an empty seat to sit next to her friend. What a poo face. So I sat alone looking at the amzing view because it was a cloudless day. I have pictures. I just have to figure out how to get them on here. They might be coming at a later date.

So, you cannot have listening devices on while the sircraft is taking off and landing, and it seemed rude to be distracted while I was being told how to save myself in case of emergency, so I did not end up using my ipod at all. Pooey. And to boot as soon as I was served water, the seatbelt sign came on...we were landing. Just great I had to down my water or else waste perfect clarity, which is very much unlike me.

The scariest part of my flight was the fact that the plane shook violently everytime we entered clouds, which became frequent in the Toronto area. I thought I would die, but I had complete confidence in the pilot and we made it through. Thank you Air Canada pilot whom I do not know.

When I got to the Toronto airport I went up and escalator around a corner, then another and walked a long way to my next gate, which thankfully was in the same place that my other plane landed. Youpi! I waited there for about 40 minutes, went to the bathroom to pee and fix my hair which was not agreeing with my earlier plans of no frizz. So, ponytail in place, I waited some more and then boarded a larger plane with 3 rows of 2-3-2. I had an aisle seat on this flight (Did I mention that my seat on my earlier flight was a window seat...cause I meant to. It was pretty sweet.) I got stuck next to a non-talker\sleeper so no conversation there either. Oh man. So I eventually fell asleep. And woke up when they were serving pretzels and beverages. I had another water and ate my pretzels gratefully forgetting about my snacks that were occupying my purse. And again shortly after that we were landing. When in Montreal I waited ever so un-patiently for my bags and took them over to Marie-Eve and Sarah, the Katimavik greeters. Hooray! I was there!

A short phone call to my dad saying that I was alive (mostly for my moms sake) and then the wait. I hate waiting so it was the longest day of my life. My plane was early so I got to the airport at maybe 5 ish...not actually sure, and we had to wait until 7:00 for the rest of the people to arrive. And then, one the planes was late so we waited for them, said goodbye to the other cluster that was leaving Mass-Orientation, and waited some more. When our bus finally arrived at like 8:30 we gladly climbed aboard. I sat beside Stephan, from Paisley ON and had convos with the two people in front of me, Rebekah from New Brunswick and Alex, who I mentioned in earlier posts as the clown. Yup I was right. We talked about what kind of parties we could have. He said a cranberry party would be fun, where you only drink cranberry juice. Nope, we laughed and decided that it was so boring. And laughed some more. Then we said that it would be really mean if you filled the Sahara desert with something (I cannot reme,ebr which sucks ) and then make it so that all you have to walk to is a museum which costs 100 dollars admission. When you get inside you find out that its a museum of corn. Then the conversation turned into how you would build a plane of corn and eat it if you have to. And on top of that when we got to Mass-O, we were talked to until 10:30 and did not get supper. :( Then the people running it found out and brought out bread and peanut butter. Yay! :) Peanut butter!

That is pretty much for that topic. Again people want to use the computer so I have to wrap up. Love you and miss you!

The Preflight.

So, I am going to have to take this one piece at a time because of limited computer time, but here is exactly what went down on the 17th of september.

So I woke up at 6:00 after staying up late with my sister. Not a good way to start a trip. But, on the upside I was wired to the point that I could not stop moving for the fear of exploding. We then left to go to the London International Airport to check my bag. That went freakishly smooth, partially because of no line which is due to the mini-ness of the airport. After that was dealt with (10 minutes...it has to be a record.) Me, my dad and my mom went to the Malibu to meet up with my aunt who was all like «I want to be there!» so we met her there for lunch before my flight. I had a kids meal chicken fingers and fries and felt like vimiting. Not because it was gross but because of nerves, hence why it was suggested I take a gravol. When we arrived at the airport, we stood around, my mom and aunt made some sexual jokes, I looked at my dad awkwardly, then I decided it would be a good time to leave and go through customs...where my family could not get me. ;D Kiding, it was almost time for my flight so I went through customs but not before I hugged and kissed my mom, dad and aunt, and repeatedly got my butt grabbed by my aunt which was fine. Its just my aunt. Thats who she is.

So now the waiting begins. I get my ipod and they call my plane to board. Yes! This is where the trouble begins.

To be continued...(other people need the computer...cliff hanger ending!)

No Time To Blog!

Okay, so everyone is waiting for the computer so I don't have much time but I just wanted to say that I am alive and in one piece. I am having a blast, practicing french, loving life and missing home. I love you all. This would be so much more fun with you all here. The Orientation was cool and I've met so many new people from all over Canada. Again I miss you and will find time to type without a line up yelling at me.

Waiting

I have been wide awake since 6:00 this morning. My room is spotless. My bags are packed. I showered last night...finally! I am dressed. I've eaten breakfast. Now I must play the waiting game. Oh boy do I hate this game. I have nothing to do. And so the rambling begins.

The weather right now is nice. Peaceful you could say. Last night the meteorologists said there were chances of thundershowers, but now they changed it and it looks like good flying weather. I've said goodbye to Melissa already because she had an early class. I love you Melissa and I'm going to miss you very much. I made a beutiful necklace with my Aunt yesterday. I'm wearing as I type. I'm starting to get very hot because I am wearing as many clothes as I can to avoid packing them. Maybe not one of my better ideas. The lack of sleep is starting to catch up with me, but I dont want to go to bed. Hmmm, the conundrums of my life.

Perhaps I will go and play the Wii, or maybe Guitar Hero. I haven't decided. Maybe both because I will be video gameless for 9 months. Oh dear. That won't be fun. I should pack some playing cards.

I'm done typing. It's taking too much effort to lift my fingers. Goodbye. I love you all.

PS- Happy Birthday Machala! Have a great one! And try not to drive Linda crazy.

Time to Pull Out the Brown Paper Bag

So, right now I have this massive headache; partially because of my new totally amazing glasses, and partially because I'm leaving tomorrow! I am so tired, but I can't sleep. I haven't eaten an actual 3 square meals a day in weeks and I have failed to shower for about 4 days now. I am not a pretty sight.

My bags are all packed and sitting next to me. I have my tickets and tags. I am ready to go.

I won't be able to post until sometime next week because of the Katimavik orientation camp, which is basically summer camp for teens, and will not have access to a flushing toilet let alone a computer. Speaking of toilets, I really have to pee. I may post tomorrow, just to say how much I love you all and will miss you, but if not :

I love you! I am going to miss you so much!

Love Caitlyn

6 More Days!

So I just looked at my watch and realized I haven't had supper and it's 6:40. Then I looked to where the 3 is on normal watches and OMG! It's the 11th! (My watch has the day of the month instead of a 3, go figure.) There is only 6 more days until I fly to Montréal and meet the other people that I'm going to live with for the next 9 months. That's pretty scary. What's even scarier is that I have my travel information, I've taken care of oall of my appointments, save my health card thing tomorrow, and I'm practically all packed. In short, I'm ready to go.

My sister is the best sister in the whole world. She went out and bought me a digital camera for my trip. It's a blue Fuji film and it is amazing and I love her so much. She has got to be the most amazing sister ever created. Thanks sis! I'll make this up to you somehow.

Furthermore, I have found some of the people from my group. There is Alex from Vancouver BC. He sounds like a class clown. And Stephen from Grand Bay NB. I can't really tell what he's like. And finally, Courtney from Edmonton AB. She just contacted me today so I'm not sure what she's like.

I can't wait! My flight leaves London at 2:00 and I have a connecting flight in Toronto to arrive safely in Montréal at about 5:00 ish, I think. Eek! 6 more days!

Before the Adventure Begins...

Hey there party peoples!



In case you haven't heard, which is quite possible because I haven't spread the news yet, I got accepted into a program called Katimavik where I will be travelling to 3 destinations accross Canada to help people in that community. I will be beginning my journey in Montréal Québec, followed by a cold winter in Summerside PEI and fianlly a chilly spring in Stonewall Manitoba. My journey begins on the 17th of September, which is approaching fast, and will end, if nothing goes wrong, on the 17th of June. I will be updating this as often as I can as well as sending out emails. Pictures will be posted on here (if I figure out how...) so you won't forget about me. :)



It's not quite saving puppies in Africa, but it's a close start. ;)



PS- Please feel free to email me...I want to know about what I'm missing.