Brussell
remain here only an hour, then go to the airport. Time to take the train. I have not had good reports from Brussels, there seems nothing special. We will come back sooner or later but not now.
Can I be honest?
I'm happy and I'm not ashamed.
This trip I was really satisfied, I ate well, we were waiting for. Another wish that I can finally erase.
I was almost afraid that it would be nice, but it was too much.
I can not get this stupid smile on his face ... I just can not.
Aspe I try to do ... seriously! Hahahahahah! Now I laugh too ... I can not stop.
Ah ah ah! My God, that laugh! From there I can. Breathe. Fiuuu! Fiuuu!
Ok maybe we are.
I remember the last time I felt like now. That I was smiling and I could not stop.
I finished my question to the matriculation exams. The teachers come together in court to decide my future. I am seven years who are in this school, I have already offered a job as a janitor ... twice! I want to leave.
Sccchhhh! Are coming. I have an agreement with the French teacher, will make me a sign to give me a preview of my success or defeat.
Here it is, is the first one leaves the room. A smile and a wink. It 's done! I finished!
All my friends are wearing. It is a feast for them.
The next two hours I spent touring with the scooter, laughing and shouting with joy.
A few months later I was in Ferrara. It was Oct. 7 when her mother and her friend back to Lecce after helping me with the move.
I'm alone in the house. At my home university. Lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, I imagined my future life. For every smile a barrel roll ... the world what a wonderful thing.
The third time was that instead of the atlas. When Naomi made me realize how much I like to travel. The fourth and final time, before today, was just minutes after the third.
I hugged Naomi, is At that moment I realized that she is the perfect woman for me. I found her in everything I was looking for in a woman, and also something more.
I miss you so much ... come back soon.
Now, still smiling, I enjoy these last 10 minutes by train before arriving at the airport.
To be honest this has put me write a little 'hungry ... maybe it's time to organize a trip.
Charleroi
Maybe I'm bad, but to me the Italians in the airport before they make me angry and then I feel sorry for them.
We are accustomed to the rules that we are never real, and is believed to be the same abroad.
Fortunately it is not.
At the airport, maybe there are ten rules, and are the same all over the world. One of these is the weight of baggage, and the one that least of all, the Italians are able to conceive. The limit is 15 pounds, but even if they put 20 that's the problem ... mica plane does not fly right?
Then there's the check-in and start the circus.
off his coat from the suitcase that weighs (but if you have one on me because you've brought another ?)... give me the gift of John, Teresa and Antonio, who's put it in my bag, while Julia, Simone and his grandmother from a dad. (for abroad must necessarily take a gift the whole family? Including the neighbor, the colleague and office How can we forget the daughters of the caretaker of the palace of your house mates)
... but the bag still weighs 18 pounds ... but could not get over?
NO! Fuck!
The limit is 15 pounds and that it should be. I spent one evening to weigh the bag to remove and replace clothing, and you have to pass because you have too many gifts? Fuck!
After fifteen minutes, they all three sweatshirts and a red face head on. The bag still weighs 16.5 pounds .. the guy at the check-in, moved to pity him passes.
But is it really necessary to say these figures, lose and lose so much time, instead of following a rule?
Perhaps it would be too simple. Another
rule that the Italians can not follow, creating even more anxiety at the revelation that the weight of the suitcase must be respected, is the time of arrival at the airport.
Nobody knows why, but rumor for years that an hour in advance is too much. But
between queues at check-in lines, the metal detector, remove any liquid from the bag at some airports make you take off your shoes, plus they are very large, you have to walk even 20 minutes before you get to your gate. In fact two hours wrapped in are not sufficient, especially in places like Stansted in London.
But they keep coming fifty minutes before the flight and if you lose ... fuck Ryanair bastard!
Once home put on the blog a list of rules to follow at airports. I hope you can help someone. Ok
have called the flight ... it's back to Italy.
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