It was 6:15 AM local time when I opened my eyes at that Austin, eyes I had not closed more than three hours before coming back from Hooters and after trying in vain to riempre the suitcase with everything I had ever bought and that we would enter: I decide to pull on my new shirt Mayday Parade of noting how many hamburgers I gobbled up last week after a careful toilet and we are ready to go. Give back the legendary Toyota Sienna which feel very much the lack and we start to die control / boarding the aircraft prior to our entry: the first thing we notice is that Americans are more picky of the Italians and the head of all that Toby 'round had passed without problems, back weighs a pound and a half more, and there is a surcharge to $ 170: that the Toby / McGuyver decides to remove pieces of the headboard and then so to avoid the gang this ridiculous charge. I do not know how to describe the scene to make you understand just how absurd the presence of a boy bent over a newspaper in the midst of diverse people that makes the check-in and unscrew it and screw things, but at 7 am was pretty impressed:) 's trip to Atlanta is still the same tiny Jet where your comfort is represented by the Peanuts who continue to lead us to repeat, fortunately I sleep in a deadly hit and nn I realize that we are not taking off, when I wake up I find that about Toby listlessly with a fifty year old stewardess who continues to ask him questions and he, who must English coach, I would also respond well, eight days after he broke up! Once in Atlanta we are assailed by the smells of the square shopping center, where between Panda and all to win something, a sort of restaurant Chinese / Thai, I have to honestly say, it offers a really good Orange Chicken. Fast switch to the Duty Free (20E a carton of Camel Lights is a must) Is there room in front of the gate waiting to be loaded. The plane is strategic comfortable though this time I can lie down completely nn, and in a few episode of Lost, Simpsons, Friends (which transmit on the plane) and finally pass a long, long sleep well these ten-hour crossing. We arrive at Malpensa "strangely" all baggage but the problem is that meanwhile, are the 7:00 AM local time the next day, then not only that I was wrong to book your flights and then returning to Rome instead of doing that I did at Milan, but I have not even nn confirmed the reservation of the van to return to Rome, and attention, I have also blocked the credit card. Whereas cash nn I have a penny, it begins to be a problem. We opt for the solution to the Red Arrow, where I'm writing right now, which was very difficult to achieve given the substantial and impressive storage means with which to travel: while the shuttle that runs from Malpensa airport to the station, which is led by a mongospastico ago come the headaches and vomiting a bit 'at all, after that we rely to a boy I think that Pakistan in return for a reward, will help us to bring all the equipment up to the track with his cart. And here I am on a high-speed train that takes already 40 minutes late, with a very distorted perception of what time and how much I sleep, but above all, at least with the sockets to write live this long journey so far 26 hours and between other 3 will, we hope, finally completed.
And that's all folks!
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