Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Today is the 16th of September and I’m flying back to Chicago after a week of meetings and exhibition in London and Amsterdam.
The week was intense: didn’t get much sleep or fun as it really was mainly hard work…this is what you get when you travel with the son of the boss of the Company.
Anyway, as soon as I landed in London I felt I was finally back home: for only one evening I managed to meet my ex colleagues who still have a special place in my heart.
I lived in London for about 4 years and miss it a lot now.
But here I am today, back in the sky and still 5 more hours before arriving in Chicago.
My rings were not found: as soon as I got to London I told my husband I lost my wedding ring and my mother ring and asked him to call the hotel to see if they found them.
Unfortunately they told him that they were not where I left them: I perfectly remember I took them off my fingers to wash my hands right before leaving the room and left them on the sink in the bathroom. Considering two rings can’t vanish by themselves, it’s pretty clear that the maid took them…how sweet of her…the world is full of bad people looks like: with those rings she can only make $700 maybe, but to me they are worth millions…
It’s not over though: I’ll do everything I can to find them and whoever this maid is she’ll soon find out that she stole the rings of the wrong person as I will not let her go free.
I’m trying to type while I’m freezing in this BA airplane and there is no light where I’m sitting: should I be surprised? I guess there are plenty of crappy airplanes, and American Airlines is not the only bad Company after all. BA quality in fact is going backward with the excuse of the economic crisis.
I could really write a book just about how bad is becoming to fly: these days they almost undress you at the airport, they search you and touch you everywhere sometimes, randomly they open some suitcases and show everybody else what type of underwear you are bringing with you to a different Country.
Once they are done, you are free to buy some expensive bottle of water, some fast food that you would normally never even touch, buy some silly souvenirs and finally enter the aircraft and freeze until you finally reach your destination tired and probably sick.
When you arrive in the US, there is the long immigration line and finally a nice immigration officer, who asks you what is the reason of your travel…and you need to stay calm and reply:- holiday, I live here, shopping…- and resist the temptation to say instead:- I’m asking myself the same question, why the hell am I coming here?-. He or she might not take it the right way as for some reason the large majority of the people selected to work at these places do not seem to have any sense of humor: they might get offended and start asking you more questions if you don’t stick to the reply they are expecting and you’ll never get home on time for dinner.
Anyway, those questions don’t apply to me anymore as I live in the US: they’ll just take me a picture and my fingerprints, like- I suppose they do- when you go to visit someone in jail or you kill someone and they put you in jail.
The world has really become quite a pathetic place I have to say.
Hopefully I won’t catch a cold during this flight: these days, there is the swine flu spreading all over the world and this has become the new obsession of the year.
I’m looking forward to be home and forget all the bad luck I had during this trip if I can: in the future I’ll probably avoid to fly in early September and I wish I could, I would love to avoid traveling economy class. In Economy, even if you paid between $600 and $1500 to suffer in the flight they treat you almost like a dog or less.
Perhaps I should keep writing about my adventures or misadventures, become famous and travel first class or I should just move to Italy, close to my family and find a job that doesn’t require me to travel…
My hands have now become a piece of ice, so perhaps I should stop writing for now and enjoy this wonderful and refreshing flight and just think of my husband waiting for me: I do hope he remembers what time I’m back…
Writing more soon and hopefully I will be luckier the next flight.
