As I’m laying on a bottom bunk in our hostile room, I’ve realized that sleep has never felt so good.
I woke up on Saturday morning at 5 a.m., left my house at 6 and made the 1 hour and 25 minute trip to the airport where I ended up actually being 45 minutes early. Vince and I had enough coffee before we said our goodbyes.
My bag weighed 45 pounds, just a few pounds from the 50 pound maximum weight limit. TSA screening went smoothly, only my ankle set off the scanner. I don’t have an ankle bracelet or medal rodding in it, so they took a peak and let me on through.
I boarded the flight to JFK. I haven’t been on a commercial plane since I was 9 years old and headed to Disney with my mom, brother and grandmother. Take off was smooth except when the hit the brakes randomly and we skidded a few feet. It scared the life out of me to be honest. By the time we peaked in the sky, we were already descending for landing. It was definitely the quickest hour. Our flight attendant asked me about my purse and we had a small conversation that passed the time.
We then landed in JFK in New York, New York, where we had a long 7 hour layover until we boarded our flight to Rome. We somehow made it through those 7 hours and boarded our huge flight. I had a window seat and sat next to Morgan. I maybe got 3 hours of sleep over the 8 hour and 50 minute flight. There was a crying baby during take off and landing but was silent the rest of the flight.
We finally landed in Rome where we immediately took a walking tour with our tour guide through Rome. I fell asleep all the way into the city. Matteo, our tour guide, is super cool. He also speaks Arabic after we talked for about a half hour about Barcelona.
After a well needed shower, I am finally in my bottom bunk about to go to bed. I can’t wait to have a full 8 hours of sleep. x
