In Transit: Italia
The first thing I noticed when I stepped off the plane in Rome was the humidity. It was warmer, and there was significantly more moisture in the air then there had been in London. This is also a very busy airport. There are people going every direction, all the time. Due to my changing plans and unusual circumstances, I had to go through immigration, pick up my bag, and then go check in again with a different airline. The first part of that was easy, I managed to get in a fast line and just breezed through. My bag however, must have been one of the last off the airplane. After all of the trouble I’ve had over the past couple of days, the wait for it was making me nervous. While I watched, I thought about something my brother said before I left, and tried to decide on a name for my bag. This is what she looks like, she's on the bottom:
Right now I’m torn between Tulip and Hope. Opinions?
Anyway, after that I finally made it out, and then found out that my airline doesn’t check anyone in more than two and a half hours before the flight, and I was 5 hours out. So, I found a place to sit down, stay cool and wait. After playing around for about an hour and a half, I decided to get some lunch. From where I was sitting, I could see what looked like a good place, so I went up and first observed. It was crowded around the counter, and I speak next to no Italian. Also, the Italians do not queue well, so I had to assert myself, get up to the register, and I just gave the woman the name of the slice of pizza-thing that I wanted. Thankfully, that was enough, then and when I went to tell the man behind the counter what I wanted. Two of the few words I do know in Italian though, are gratzie and prego, so I was able to thank him properly when he handed me my food.
I was more than a little pleased with myself as I went to sit down. Also, the food was fantastic. I’m not completely convinced it was worth the 5.30 that I paid for it, but then again, I am in an airport, and at least I did manage to order it myself!