Milan — New York — Pittsburgh
Shockingly, the first portion of our flight to JFK airport wasn’t intolerable. My back survived, along with the rest of my body, which is a feat that I’m still in awe at. I was able to disract myself by watching four movies (The Shape of Water, The Greatest Showman, Hidden Figures, and a fourth that I cannot recall for the life of me).
I had to be that bothersome passenger and ask Courtney to get up twice so I could pee, but other than that and my incessant coughing fits, I like to think that I wasn’t the absolute worst. My lips did get unbearably chapped because I kicked my camera bag that had my chapstick in it too far under the seat in front of me and couldn’t retrieve it until the lights were turned on.
Sleep is an activity that I did not take part it, mostly because I felt wide awake the entire time. Even before I asked for coffee, I was feeling strangely (and delusionally) energized. Not that coffee has much of an effect on me at all; I learned that espresso doesn’t help, so why would an Americano?
Once we got to JFK, we had to run to our gate. For some reason, I was under the impression that we had more time to waste than we did. It didn’t help that security took forever to get through, and as always, we had to walk to the very end of the terminal to get to where we needed to board. As a group, we seem to have the most haphazard luck.
Although the flight from New York to pittsburgh was only about an hour long, I grew impatient. I had listened to the same songs a thousand times, scrolled through the same pictures a thousand times, etc.
But we eventually landed! And man, was I happy to see the dingy, old Pittsburgh airport.
