Well after a few tears I boarded my flight to Italy. I was lucky enough to get a window seat and the gods must have been shining down on me because the seat next to me was empty! Yeah! But the gods givith and the gods takith… my seats did not recline. Okay I can deal with that there will be a movie to watch right? Something that I had wanted to see but did not want my Netflix friends to judge me on. So as you can imagine I was disappointed when the announcement was made that there would be no in flight movie ( trouble with the AV) but lucky for me the young couple who were sitting in the fully reclined seats in front of me were putting on quite a show for me. Thank God for Tylenol PM.
About two hours later I was awoken for “dinner”. Not sure how to explain what the flight attendant put in front of me. But if I had to guess I would have called in Penne ala creamy goo with mushrooms? As much as I love to eat I could not bring myself to eat it. The smell alone was too much. So I ate my stale roll and questionable lemon cake and dozed off to sleep again.
About two hours from landing I woke up (thankfully the couple in front of me was now asleep) and I looked out the window. It was an incredibly clear night. It seemed that we were flying right through the stars. Next thing I knew the sun was coming up over the alps. It was a stunning Italian welcome.
A quick trip through passport control and I was off to collect the four 60 pound bags that I had checked dragging behind me the roll behind and the messenger bag that I brought on board the plane. Luggage stacked percariously onto a cart I pushed (slowly) as a small group of people watched to the exit (uscita). I’m sure that they were placing bets on how far I would get before my Jenga of luggage would topple over.
The doors opened and there was my Italian waiting with flowers. Finally I was in Italy. Let the luggage fall where it may.
