Milan: almost there
Yeah! It looks like we all made it!!
Everyone seemed to find the right gate at the right time and we celebrated our arrival at the gate in Logan with a good drink at holiness and a feast on chicken wings and chicken fingers. The comfort and conviviality all suggest that we are going to really have a great experience. At this point we are in the group formation stage; sometimes we glom together and other times we go off as individuals and family units. This is a part of the joy of traveling on this tour: the opportunity to both do one's own thing AND learn more about the community we create by just being together.
There's wifi everywhere... Even in the Milan airport. We arrived here after a completely uneventful flight on Alitalia: a Greyhound bus with wings. The food was mediocre at best and the seating was like the back seat of a Gremlin. But now, looking out the window of the Milan airport at the snow covered Alps in the distance, I have no need to be cranky.
I have no idea what time it is. My clock says 3am Tuesday, and the clock on the wall says 9am Milan time. And me? I am balanced between the 2 times with the knowledge that I am about to board another Alitalia flight for 3 hours. Oh well, I know that the end result will be the dream. And now I must move because it's time to check in at the gate... And there's a baby SCREAMING her head off and that I don't need.
Everyone seemed to find the right gate at the right time and we celebrated our arrival at the gate in Logan with a good drink at holiness and a feast on chicken wings and chicken fingers. The comfort and conviviality all suggest that we are going to really have a great experience. At this point we are in the group formation stage; sometimes we glom together and other times we go off as individuals and family units. This is a part of the joy of traveling on this tour: the opportunity to both do one's own thing AND learn more about the community we create by just being together.
There's wifi everywhere... Even in the Milan airport. We arrived here after a completely uneventful flight on Alitalia: a Greyhound bus with wings. The food was mediocre at best and the seating was like the back seat of a Gremlin. But now, looking out the window of the Milan airport at the snow covered Alps in the distance, I have no need to be cranky.
I have no idea what time it is. My clock says 3am Tuesday, and the clock on the wall says 9am Milan time. And me? I am balanced between the 2 times with the knowledge that I am about to board another Alitalia flight for 3 hours. Oh well, I know that the end result will be the dream. And now I must move because it's time to check in at the gate... And there's a baby SCREAMING her head off and that I don't need.
posted by rebhayim at 11:53 PM
1 Comments:
i am the first to comment, i am the first to comment!!!
i've hard duct tape works WONDERS on screaming babies . . .
glad you are all there safe and sound!
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