I began by spending 2 days with my daughter in Nashville. She had to take me to the airport at 4:00 am so I could catch my flight. Excitement, and anticipation made sleeping not an option.
At the airport,, I weighed all my luggage and checked in….no major event.
My first flight was to Boston, I have never been to Boston so it was going to be another adventure in itself.
The first plane was easy to board …but when we got to security I had to pull shoes off, get liquids out and laptop….not a problem until they started pushing us through so fast that I nearly was trampled….I felt like cattle and there was a prod after me….and leave it to me to have a stupid luggage strap on my suitcase where liquids were.
The flight was pretty rough….not the best feeling to look outside and see rust on the wing..and it seemed we were in constant turbulence. ..I tried sleeping a little…….but the small child in the backseat behind me screamed every 30 seconds…but this was nothing until she smacked me in the back of the head!…I was awake for sure now!!!!
The landing was really rough, I think the pilot took out several speed bumps!
Landing in Boston I called a water taxi, that I was recommended to call, because they store your luggage so you can explore the city. However; when I got outside the airport, I didn’t see water….when I spoke to the taxi she said get to dock 66…could barely hear her due to noise….so I go inside again and ask “information” how to get to dock 66….he said just wait out there somewhere…bus will pick you up….no specifics..no details, but here comes bus,…. I ask driver, :does this take me to docks?”No you have to get on 66 bus….
Next bus, “Does this take me to docks?” , “No.You have to stand way down there and catch it.”….much further than “information” had said!
Finally found bus….I just kept thinking in my mind, “why does everyone assume I know what I’m doing?” Never no details, just vague answers….” I did let go of my suitcase to get something out of bag….bus came to halt…and due to spinners on suitcase, it goes flying to the front of bus and crashes into dash. (Oops!)
Boston was wonderful, lots of American History….I ate a good lunch at Quincy Market….then I decided to ride the swan boats….I ended up on the other-side of town in which I had walked 5 miles….I was exhausted. Finally found rhe boats, rode around the little pond for 10 minutes, it was fun; however; I think my feet didn’t agree it was worth it.
Getting back to the taxi dock was a trick….seemed my GPS likes to do its own thing..(This becomes a trend for the remainder of this journey)..I walked around one certain block 2 times….had to ask directions from people….Of course I would only be asking tourist! 3 batteries later, 2 hours, and 4 miles I made it to the water taxi office.
Back to the airport, I go dragging my luggage while my feet cursed me very loudly!…I know I will be able to sleep on the next flight. (little did I know)
First, my sister didn’t believe I was getting on an airline named WOW..2. it was delayed an hour….it was a nice plane, but boy it was tight….I checked my luggage in since their restrictions are much lighter than others…hence the previous post about luggage weight.
The uniquness of this flivht began with the attendants. They looked like something that just stepped out of Ozzie and Harriett…they looked like a 1950s picture of stewardesses..step-ford wives….sort of creepy….Their actions were so animated….I wish I had taken pictures!
The first indication I wouldn’t be sleeping was the fact I had the middle seat….yes, the woman with the broadest shoulders, has middle seat..spillage everywhere…a young teenage girl on window side who could obviously sleep through a tornado and a little old man that snored in my ear and kept kicking me the whole time on the other side…..four hours and a half later we arrived in Iceland..I still haven’t slept…..only to be ushered in to another plane…ahhh, looks like I got an aisle seat! So excited about my trip, I read where if I sat on a certain side of the plane, I would be able to see the Northern Lights. It wasn’t till I was on my trip heading to Iceland, that I was informed that Iceland does not have night time in this part of the year, and I wouldn’t be able to see the Northern Lights…..
As I entered the new WOW plane, I was ready to sleep; however; the couple making out beside me and the baby crying for 3 hours ….did not create the best sleeping environment, but I was going to give it a shot….I let my seat back the 2 inches allowed and I let the tray down, going to lay my head on it. 10 minutes later the robotic animated, blond flight attendant came over put my seat up straight and told me I need sit up now..and she flipped my tray up….it was still an hour left of the flight.!!!!!
Landing in London was unique…thought I might explore the city since I had a 5 hour layover. …after waiting in line for 45 minutes just to get luggage and fill out landing info, I decided against the exploring….especially since they wanted to see my flight ticket leaving,(suitcase) how many hours I would be there, and also the fact that once I got my bag, I would have to go back …..a long way back…..to get started again….Nahhh… I’ll just wait….
Images of dozing off in a nice chair seemed awfully tempting….but there was no comfy chair till you get in security area….so off with shoes, dig for laptop and liquids….
Once inside area….it was like a packed mall during black Friday!!!! Only comfy seat I seen was maybe someone’s lap! Having all my Euro ordered from the bank, and being the prepared person I thought I was, I decided to eat a little in the airport…I understand a person has to pay extra for airport food, but I was starving…After a $28 dollar chicken wing lunch with water.(I was adding in Euro, not pounds…exchange rate much different) I finally found a chair….but sleep wasn’t going to happen.
I had now been traveling almost 40 hours, I hadn’t slept in more than 50 or 60 hours…needless to say I was getting grumpy and without shower I was getting pretty ripe in smell…the white pants I had on looked like they had been through hell. (note to self, never wear white on such trips) . I was now getting ready to board my last flight …taking me to my dream, my destination of Rome.
Tammy, my sister predicted it would be a puddle jumper..it was called Easy Jet..frankly, I think it should’ve been named…Mama’s dream flight! …it was nice, plus I got window seat….then in contrast to WOW airlines, Easy Jet attendants looked like they just stepped out of Chippendale or GQ magazine..beautiful model like men…. (one thing about these 2 flights, I found funny was the sales pitch they are required to do. Loved what they were marketing….WOW was selling hats, and other items….Easy Jet, with beautiful men, were selling makeup, Victoria’s Secret products and cologne)
Before long, here came my 2 seatmates….Understand, at this point I’m feeling punked!
2 beautiful, stop the trains, young Italian men sit down….I’m not talking handsome, I’m talking breathtaking Adonis type….and here I am in all my rankness and the gods want to have fun with me now.!… the one beside me kept being all “Italian ” in charm, broken accent, and drooling sweetness…kept staring and making conversation..Now get this, ….here I am, keeping my hand over my mouth to keep rancid breath and probably left over chicken in my teeth from being seen, I tried to be cordial as I could be….when I dropped my sunglasses, both pair, he bent down practically between my legs to retrieve them for me….all I could think was he’s going to smell my sweaty stinking feet! 3 hours of pure torture for me and I’m sure for this guy, and with myself trying keep distance as much as possible with this being the tightest seats yet. There was no way to make my body smaller in that seat….we were smashed like sardines…which I probably smelled as bad as sardines.
He was still charming, sweet and very flirtatious…yes, you read that right…blatant flirtation. (HUH?…I guess its part of the Italian thing….or maybe they like their women stinky, bad breath, hair smashed to head, sweaty face without makeup….geez)
After the flight he got my suitcase down from the upward compartment….and told me how nice it was to meet me and he hoped I had wonderful time…. (I’m sure he was running from plane as fast as he could…I would have.
IM DEFINIETLY IN ITALY
travelingwithkim 
You are cracking me up!!!! Sooo glad you had such handsome seat mates! You deserved a little gift!! Can’t wait to see what Italy has in store for you!!
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