(No, it's not suddenly February... I'm now connected via Italian wifi, and thus the date goes mm/dd/yy. Those silly Europeans! ;]. )
Surprisingly, we both slept pretty soundly on a pre-journey night -- I'll take it. I think it helped, too, that we didn't have to get up before the night crickets packed up their gigs.
Fast forward to SA International Airport -- few crowds for midday Saturday, nicely so -- and the typical wait time filled with a little lunch, a couple of bathroom visits, some walking, and warming a gate seat.
But now it's changing! This is our first time *ever* to fly firrrrrrrst class, yes indeedy! Of course, we can't use that term, I guess for PC reasons or such, and with Delta it's referred to as Premium. Whatever. It's a first, regardless of what safe space you live in.
Like other things luxurious, I grapple with feeling guilty. I mean it's frivolous in the big picture, and I guess I have a hard time justifying it? But I'm blessed to get to have experiences like this, and Marty calls those shots....what a guy.
We booked quite early out, plus had a fairly hefty airline credit, so the gauntlet was thrown and we're flying like George Jefferson on this trip. My only fear....how do you go back???
Ancora una volta! One. More. Time.
I am committing myself to do a daily blog of our upcoming trip versus my tried-and-true travel blogue with high hopes that I'll be able to actually accomplish this feat! My nemesis is the little story-teller voice residing in the gray matter folds, constantly chattering a story line...not a brief synopsis hitting the coolest highlights, etc. Add to that the teacher voice in my head that rambles on about all the fabulously informative topics I could expound on in any given post. And then there's the wifi issue, along with the husband issue -- "Are you finished yet?? It's late!" -- and so, I often almost give up before I even get started. Meh.
But always (almost always) of the optimist bent, this time I will resonate with the verve of the Greek goddess of victory, Nike -- and the over-priced sneaker -- and Just Do It!!!
And so begins a teeny synopsis of the somewhat harried day-before-leaving as checklists and errands and checking over packing and double checking arrangements at home and so on and so forth eat up the day. The really awesome news is, however, that I actually (drummmmm roll) packed on Monday. Yes. Truth.
I'm still recovering from my own shock at this feat.
So see...maybe this blog will play out as I'm planning!
Won't ya come on along with us as we head to the motherland Italia for a week once again in dear Montepulciano attending Il Sasso language school, followed by a week still unplanned, going where the Tuscan vento might blow.
Andiamo con noi per un bel viaggio -- yee haw!