Yesterday, I set off on a journey to Italia with my madre (that might be Spanish.. whatever, I’m cultured).
As I sit here typing away, I can hear my future in the next room – in the form of my mother drinking wine in bed while watching Jon Oliver. Seriously. And since I can’t sleep, I figured why not begin documenting my travels.
We flew through Philadelphia and Amsterdam to get here. Here are some things I learned along the way.
- In order to work for American Airlines, you must give off the impression that your puppy just died and everyone you interact with at the airport is responsible.
- People in Amsterdam speaks better English then I dos.
- Rome is great – as long as you don’t mind that your bags may not make it at the same time as you.
Yep – after over 15 hours of travel I landed in Rome to find that my bag was nowhere to be found.
That being said, I am genuinely enjoying it here so far. Still – I hope my bag gets here soon. My mother and I may have the same taste in television personalities, but her clothes are not quite my style…
Update: My bag arrived by courier 2 days into my stay in Rome. Everyone I dealt with at the airline was very helpful and sympathetic, and because of the delay I was “forced” to do some shopping totally guilt-free. The world is right again.