The beauty of a netbook is that you can get caught up on the plane to Milan, or in the case of of my wonderful girlfriend, in the car ride on the way to Port Elizabeth. Speaking of that immortal beauty, she laid down quite the gauntlet. I have tough shoes to fill to live up to her blog in South Africa, so here goes........
If you have met an Italian, which most of you have if your reading this blog. We are perpetually late and self centered. I have tried countless years to shed this stigma myself,much to the behest of my friends, and recently have had some success. I guess where I am going with this is that its tough to take an Italian airline company at its word, and last night reiterated this know fact.
Spencer and I arrived at JFK with enough time to grab a beer with Matt. The plane was set to board at 6:20. A majority of the passengers with the aforementioned nationality filed into rank.Their impatience was more than noticeable, and is another certain Italian trait. My brothers and I took the moment to relax and watch all this transpire. They left these people in line until 7:15. Yet the story gets better. They proceed to board us, get everyone settled, seat backs and tray tables in the upright position. AND, then announce we will be sitting on the tarmac another 40 minutes. Now any sane person would realize this wasn't the airlines fault but seriously, how fitting.
Post announcement there is a mad rush to the bathroom, and to get water. You would think the stewardess announced in Italian that the bathrooms would cease to function while in flight. I mean, that's how many people were in line. In the hour wait (yes I said they expected a 40 minute delay), Spencer maid friends with the locals, and Matt scanned for tail. I continued to feel like shit.
Its a little over an hour till we land. A night in Milan without the parents could be a blast!I know we have an Italian grandmother cooking a feast for us when we arrive. MORE TO COME!
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