Arrival

We all arrived at the airport at about 7:45 am on a Saturday and went straight for the security checks - Dad and me had prepared the boarding passes for everybody so we passed the first check-in point rather quickly. By now I am much less afraid of these security checks then I used to be a few years ago and after we got through quite smoothly we headed directly for our gate. Just our luck - we had the gate on the far end of Terminal 3 of the Vienna International Airport and let me tell you, we earned the coffee we got when we finally reached it. We had just about time to catch up on all the recent events that were going on in our lives when a stewardess called our gate for boarding. We made our way through yet another check of our boarding passes and passports and through about 5 glass-doors and found ourselves outside, boarding a bus that would bring us to our plane. Out of the blue my parents and sister, who had arrived at the Airport by car together, greeted someone in the bus who at first I thought to be a colleague of my Dad. They quickly told me that on the bus from the airports garage to the terminal they had met a Stewardess and her husband and daughter. Her luggage kept rolling away and my Dad kindly put it back in place a couple of times - after a short chat they found out that we would be on the same plane, as she was our Stewardess on the flight to Venice and her family was also spending the weekend there. The man and girl boarding the bus after us were said husband and daughter of the Stewardess.

 

If you ever went to smaller cities like Florence or Venice by plane, you'll know what I tell you is true. Many people I tell of this fact don't believe me at first, so to avoid discussions I made sure to take a picture this time. Meet our plane to Venice - a Dash 8 - Bombardier Q400: