The day has finally come for me to head home. We woke up at 3:30am to begin our
decent down a million stairs, down the cobblestone road, and into the piazza where our
bus and friends were waiting to say good bye.
We arrived at the Catania Airport to checkin only to find that both Charilyne and I had
bags that were overweight. After throwing away some toiletries. I was able to slide
by being 1 pound overweight and was able to have them let Charilyne in, even though she
was 23 lbs overweight. I should really consider being a salesperson. All this smooth
talking in Italy really paid off.
46 minutes after finally clearing through checking in we make it to the security counter.
They stop me as I tried to sneak some contact solution in my check in bag. As she continued
to dig around for my hidden tea/nutella snacks, I began to distract. I need my snacks for
the flight! I won! She stopped searching and the tea made it on board. I know. I am bad.
Then we make it to the gate and we are sitting down taking a breather. I joked with
Charilyne about them going to call our name on the intercom. Not 1 second later we hear
“Attention! Ladies and gentlemen, Gemellaro, Cristina … is needed at gate 14.” We both
just burst out laughing. Apparently, our plane had already boarded and they were waiting
for us. We are famous, what can I say?
We arrive on the plane, find our seats. We just get settled in and the man next to us
throws up all over the floor. Of course, I look to see what the comotion is about to see
his dentures in the midst of the throw up. Great. I felt bad but not as bad as it smelled.
AlItalia, being known for their AMAZING customer service (NOT), just threw down some
newspapers on top of it – instead of cleaning it up.
So I am now midway to Rome and already have an experience I’ll never forget.
P.S. He threw up again as we were landing.
