That’s right, I made it…to Paris!!!!!
I eventually made it to Florence, but only after missing my connecting flight in Paris…
Who doesn’t want to spend 4 hours in an airport where no one really speaks your language, or where no one cares that you missed your connection (-”I missed my flight?” -”oui, but of course”…think french accent) or pay 4 Euros for a bottle of water and an indeible banana? My trip was complete…I could go home!
I guess the detail I failed to consider was that the airport in Paris is “effing” huge! Who schedules an international connecting flight with only 50 minutes? My personal scheduler can start looking for another job…idiot!
I did finally make it to Florence…4 hours later…oh yeah, my new flight to leave at 9:55 was delayed for an hour and a half as well, go figure. Brialliant, or “Madonna, mia!” as Franz, the guy I’m staying with says constantly.
Anyway, I made it. Franz was at the airport waiting, we got into his illeagly parked Benz and we wisked our way to the Siena countryside.
That’s all I got now, except to say that the bread and coffee are way better here than back home…I think I’ll have a cup now!
Ciao!
July 18, 2006 at 6:37 pm
I can’t believe you have the audacity to complain about some little layover when you get to spend months in Italy while the rest of us are in our little cubes, getting pastier and pastier as the summer days fly by. God dammit, why can’t I go on holiday for a month!?!?!
I kid (not really). I’m glad you made it, really I am. Go have your amazing coffee and a glass of kick ass wine while your at it. I’m gonna grab a starbucks and a box of franzia. Peace out.
July 18, 2006 at 8:21 pm
YOU’RE FIRED!
and i/we really mean it this time.
and what i really want to know is…
hey katie – can i get in on that franzia?
haha – we miss you! keep the updates comin!
~monica
July 19, 2006 at 12:54 pm
Eat it Boldin!! I’m sitting here in my office starring at some weird guy in the building next door, with a HUGE beard, eating a bagel, picking crap out of it, and then shoving those pieces in his mouth. While you’re sitting and whining about some hour lay over – bite me.
We all can’t be blessed with month long breaks filled with wine, bread, and cheese!!!
Just kidding… Have a good time out there, and stay out of trouble! I hear the Italian men in jail like curly haired boys like you!!!
Keep it street kid!!
July 24, 2006 at 12:06 am
Hey….wahwahwahwah……..
I am in The Bates Motel Summer Camp Dorm…so…shut up!
Ah…I love ya…miss ya…
V~
July 24, 2006 at 6:32 pm
Well – no wonder you ran away to Europe. Everyone you know back home is so MEAN! We welcome you with open arms. Any chance you can re-locate the brains you were born with before you attempt the trip to London? Surely it’s time you just got on the right plane at the right time and arrived at your chosen destination. Isn’t that how it’s supposed to work?
love Chris xxxxx