Our plane left at 12:30 from Edinburgh. I have to admit, I was dead asleep before we even took off. After leanding in Amsterdam, we had a few moments of confusion when it seemed our next flight was leaving in a mere twenty minutes, but it turned out that we had two hours. Our flight from Amsterdam was nine hours, I think. There was a German family sitting in front of me that was awful. They kept turning around to stare and Anne and I, but they wouldn't look away if you caught them, they'd just keep staring. It was weird. And the son, who was probably around twelve or thirteen, had some anger issues. He'd get up randomly and hit his mom, or stare his dad in the face, like it was funny. ..it wasn't. I was glad when we landed in Atlanta.
I was prepared for customs to be a nightmare, but it was alright. After we got all the way through the airport, we took a van to Chattanooga, where my parents picked me up, and we went to a hotel a few minutes away.
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