Again, my lucky charm is working wonders for me. I'm seated next to a little lady from Myanmar ("You know, Burma," she says) who was in the US for a Methodist conference in Houston. She's taken the opportunity to visit all her friends -- Minnesota, Mount Rushmore, ecc.. and will spend three weeks with her son in Brooklyn. We had a nice conversation -- often about how cold it is in the airplane!
Baggage was easy in JFK... and then I took that wonderful airtrain to a different terminal for Alitalia. OMG.... The line for "already checked in via web" was short... MA! MA! they wouldn't check my flight for another 30 minutes.... So, I sat on the floor and ate M&Ms in the interim.
And again... My lucky charm is working overtime!! TSA was easy peasy.... the wait was pretty long but I had great fun people watching... Many many Hasidics heading for Moscow. Many Italian with dozens of children waiting for my flight (noooooo!).....
It's colder than a well-digger's ass and I have to put my hood on in the airport.
I spent my hours thinking of the fantastic conversation (in Italian) I would have in the plane to Milano. Then I stood in the boarding line with a NY poet who shared my political views (while we watched the CNN trainwreck) and an Italian couple with their sweet little dachshund Remo in a carry-on bag with his head poking through. He was so tired, but trying to stay awake... Didn't want to miss anything.....
And we boarded the plane for Milano.
Baggage was easy in JFK... and then I took that wonderful airtrain to a different terminal for Alitalia. OMG.... The line for "already checked in via web" was short... MA! MA! they wouldn't check my flight for another 30 minutes.... So, I sat on the floor and ate M&Ms in the interim.
And again... My lucky charm is working overtime!! TSA was easy peasy.... the wait was pretty long but I had great fun people watching... Many many Hasidics heading for Moscow. Many Italian with dozens of children waiting for my flight (noooooo!).....
It's colder than a well-digger's ass and I have to put my hood on in the airport.
I spent my hours thinking of the fantastic conversation (in Italian) I would have in the plane to Milano. Then I stood in the boarding line with a NY poet who shared my political views (while we watched the CNN trainwreck) and an Italian couple with their sweet little dachshund Remo in a carry-on bag with his head poking through. He was so tired, but trying to stay awake... Didn't want to miss anything.....
And we boarded the plane for Milano.