Sunday, June 20, 2010

Planes, planes, and more planes

Packing could possibly be one of the most stressful tasks. The day before I leave for Rome, I begin packing. Terrible idea. It's not long before I realize that I have NOTHING TO WEAR. Or atleast when it comes to the lower half of my body. Italians wear shorts and skirts that are knee length or longer, but I don't have any shorts or skirts (that I would want to wear) that are that length, so I decided to just bring three pairs of jeans instead and maybe roll them up. Bad idea. Since it was 9pm by this point, I guess there was nothing I could do about it. By the end of packing I managed to fit all my clothes into a pretty small suitcase . I was proud. The 'rolling' method is by far more space-efficient that the 'folding' method (I fit more clothes into a smaller space than Daniel, ha!), although probably much less time-efficient because it was 2 am and I was still not finished. I decided to go to bed at the point and finish in the morning.

The next morning, I ran around packing all my stuff and within an hour, we were off to the airport. Daniel and I met up with David at the airport. Off to Houston, TX we go!

The 4.5 hour flight dragged on for way too long. It made me wonder how I was going to survive the 9 hour flight we had in store. When we got to Texas, it was surprisingly greener than I had imagined it to be--closer to a Seattle-green that a Richland-gray(atleast from the airplane view).

The 9 hour flight somehow seemed about as long as the 4.5 hour flight probably because I slept for most of it. The other half the time was spent trying to prop up Daniel's head with the pillow which kept falling over no matter where I put it. That and watching Rattatouille and When in Rome, both very cute movies.




Heathrow airport in London was huge. We had to take a 10 minute tram just to get to our gate. Once we got there, the whole area just looked like a huge Nordstrom with expensive perfumes, shoes, clothes, etc. I ordered a sandwich here with this strange vegetable called rocket which had a very strong taste.



The last flight was fairly short... see you soon, Rome!


Strange Airport Signs - Apparently all the women in London do not have arms and have enormous hips. Also, the 'gate' sign looks like a moose to me.




London Rome




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