Paris: Day 4-February 1, 2015

I was so sad it was already time to go home. Since we packed the night before we got to spend the morning leisurely getting ready for the airport. I had ordered room service the day before so we enjoyed a huge tray full of goodies. We sipped our coffee and requested a car. The drive back to the airport seemed pretty quick with no traffic on a Sunday morning. The weather was cold but not completely intolerable. We waited quite a while for our flight to Chicago.

Once we were boarded they announced a terrible snowstorm was about to hit so we might have to make a change in landing. We both slept on the plane coming back. Judson of course slept better than me missing his dinner. I couldn’t wake him and I felt bad because I knew he was going to be hungry when he woke up. Once everyone had started to wake they announced that we were going to land in Chicago as planned. Not knowing the severity of the storm we were optimistic that maybe we could get on a flight to Texas. This was not the case. No flights were leaving. No flights were available for the next day. This was the 5^th worst snowstorm that Chicago had ever seen and we were there! After standing in a long line trying to get on anything even remotely close to Texas only to be told no, we reserved a hotel room. We trekked from the airport lobby over to the shuttle lobby in a blizzard to get on a hotel shuttle. This was the craziest snow I have ever been in. I’m so glad it lasted for less than 5 minutes. When we arrived at the hotel the snow was even worse. It was mounded on top of everything. We went to our room took some showers only to put the same clothes back on and then went downstairs to the lobby for dinner. We sat drinking red wine and strategizing about what we were going to do the next day. We decided that we would go to sleep and be at the airport at 4am to stand in line and find some kind of confirmed seats to Texas. We were both exhausted and stressed. We each piled up in our own king size bed needing a break from the reality that we were facing. Judson was supposed to be in Lubbock by 8am the next day and there was no way that it was going to happen.