(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???
But so far it's been nice; boarded leg 1 from SA to Atlanta -- turned left instead of right upon entry. Immediately..."Would you like something to drink?", even though there are these two cute little bottles of Dansani sitting on the huge (relatively) arm thingy between us. And either I've dropped like 15 inches off my hips, or these seats are dang wide. Wow.
The odyssey continues ...
We spent about 45 minutes in the gratis Delta Sky Lounge, part of the uptown gig. Nice enough, it was! A scrumptious little buffet with a lot of healthy options, as well a few not so vegan friendly. We munched a bit, had the free wine, partook of the swanky restrooms, then headed to boarding gate E12... or Rome!
So now the high falutin' begins. Premium earns its name, let me tell ya. I've had so many Gomer Pyle moments at this point...you know, the "gah-uuuu-ahhh-leee" kind!
Start with the amount of space one body is allotted; it's the size of a small county compared to what I'm used to. Then bring on the amenties... your own little comfort kit full of goodies like a nice eye mask, real socks, toothbrush and toothpaste, and your own little Tumi brand pen. In the Tumi brand zipper case. Well yeah....we are flying like the divas, are we not?? Wow.
We played with the chair controls (OMG... how comfy can one get??), gawked at the personal space table-ette, and in generally had to squash our country bumpkin giddies at the luxury.
Then there was food. And wine. And more wine. Be still my travelin' heart.
So now we're stuffed, relaxed, comfy, and still Gomer-ing. The only disadvantage is the amount of space between us, causing us to have to lean over to converse. Oh, the inconvenience.
So I'm going to finish this dessert port, push the button that magically transforms my seat into a sky bed, take some melatonin, start the movie, and snuggly-uggly up for some Zzzzzz's on there rest of this trans-Atlantic make-my-wildest-dreams-come-true voyage. Thanks, Pedro/Marty! Buona notte a voi!
Care for an appetizer?? Wowzer.
So now it's Sunday morning in Rome, and well...how cool...here we are!! I can't say enough about the uber awesome concept of stretching out cat-like under a puffy blanket whilst zooming through the thin layers of atmosphere as a prelude to awaking in this bella paese.
Rent car is being secured by Marty...a long wait, but at least I've been able to park on a foot bumper guard and blog. Va bene!