Traveling with 32 teenagers is turning out to be way easier than I thought.
We got to JFK super early, everything was going extremely well. My little group of six (to be referred to as "the Scooby Gang" until further notice) was heading in to security when "Hey Ms. S, is that smoke??" and cue the fire alarm.
The terminal was on fire. The culprit: a grease fire at Panda Express. It was on the news. It was so bad they evacuated the terminal, even kicking people who were at the gate out of the secured area. Bad news. Sirens.
In fact the slowest panda. Slow, slow panda.
We were stuck in the entrance to the terminal by baggage check, standing for over two hours, trying to keep together a group of 42 (plus parents who hadn't left). The terminal kept getting more crowded as more and more people arrived for their flights. The airport had shut off the air conditioning, and none of us had brought water, because you can't typically get it through security anyway.
Luckily our kids are troopers, but we were off to a rocky start. We had some first time flyers with us who were NOT thrilled.
We got to our gate just as they were announcing last call for boarding to Milan. No time to get water, no time to do anything but head count the earnest + wonderful Scooby Gang and be on our merry way.
I discovered the wonderful flight tracker, and followed my first trip across the Atlantic as I went. SO COOL. We passed over Nova Scotia, and then lots of blue (which I luckily slept through). I brought a u-pillow with me, put it down on the snack tray in front of me, threw my face in the middle, and passed out for a few hours.
We landed in Milan in the morning, where our bus was waiting for us. And off we go!
Airport modernism. I already love Italy.