On Monday we packed up and went to the airport. A shuttle driver from our tour company picked us up at the hotel and took us to the airport. He never asked us which flight, just dropped us off. So, we assumed there was only one terminal.
We were about 3.5 hours early to the airport. We looked at the departures board. Our flight just said “Terminal 1.” I figured maybe they would update the info as we got closer to flight time.
An hour later, no update.
So I go poking around. I see that the blue rope for lines says “Terminal 1” on it. Outside of the terminal there is no sign saying what terminal we were at. There was a historical metal plaque that said that terminal 3 was the brain child of so-and-so, but overall the evidence seemed to suggest we were in the right spot.
Eventually I went back to the departures board. Our flight still said “Terminal 1.” Maybe not updated yet? Then I noticed that there was another Ryanair flight that departed in 30 minutes that also said “Terminal 1.” 30 minutes for an international flight and no gate info? Something was wrong.
I went to a desk. Sure enough, we were in terminal 3. So, we quickly grabbed all of our bags and kids and raced to a shuttle. Everything was cut close from then on, but we made it.
However, the plane sat on the tarmac for an hour! Now, Ryanair flights don’t give food or drinks. Plus, we needed to take a train when we got there, and the last train departed about two hours after we were scheduled to land (and we needed to collect luggage, go through immigration, and take a shuttle to the train terminal still).
Luckily, it all worked out. We just barely made our train.
My parents rented a car and drove home with JJ, Timmy, Henry, and some of the luggage. Linda, Ada, Sarah, and I took the train.
The assumption was that the car would be faster and would beat us home, but could then come pick us up at the train station. Great theory, but the rental took a long time, and they stopped for dinner, and needed to put kids to bed, and needed to check into the bed and breakfast before the desk closed.
So, by the time my dad picked us up, it was pretty late, and everyone was pretty tired.
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