- linjennLv 41 0 年前最佳解答
So I'm going to Europe, or some easy little part of it, for almost a month - I didn't really get off to a smooth start. Walking out the door & down the block with my new big green strappy backpack - sweating buckets before I even started, the house was like an oven - I thought, where did I put my keys? Oh, in my little shoulder bag. I was lucky, a house-sitting friend was home & had the spare keys. I went and stood in line for half an hour before I realized I was probably missing my flight.
The guy at the counter took pity on my insanity and got me onto the next flight - in business class. I never understood why business class wasn't called second class but now I know. I really didn't want to see anything from the day so far as an omen - especially not what happened earlier just before boarding:
Short, nervous, grinning woman, looking vaguely Italian and chewing gum non-stop, had brought four carry-on bags instead of two and wanted me to carry one on for her so she wouldn't get in trouble. Why hadn't she checked the bags? Because they're full of fragile things. How had she expected to deal with it? "Oh I do this all the time." Wouldn't this still leave her with 3 bags which is still too many?
I got into Frankfurt and then Milan, with fried eyes and a vague intention to deal better with things from here on. I had spent a few hours on the plane reading my Italian lessons again and thinking I'd have no problem getting to Florence. But there was no sign of the bus to Milan Central - and the Malpensa airport didn't look anything like I remembered it - much bigger, emptier and uglier. It took me a long time to figure out that Malpensa has two terminals and I was in the other one.
By the time I got into Firenze it was almost eight, and when XX drove me up to Marcialla I was no longer noticing the world around me. I said hello to the dog & cat, got a tour of the house, we ate a lot of pasta and an omelette, then I put mosquito repellent all over myself & went to sleep.