So, here am I sitting here on Vueling airlines while passengers come on board one by one. Al felt so bad about our cramped quarters on the flight from the U.S. (due to flight delays which made us miss our plane from Dallas to Madrid) and our well chosen seats, that he upgraded our seats to Italy to the very front and we each have a seat with an empty one in the middle. It is about as good as it gets. ❤️
Our trip has far exceeded our expectations in many ways. Our decision to have only carry on luggage has now made me wonder why on earth I have always lived and traveled as if I am a pack mule? This has been so much better all the way around. Ironically, I haven’t even used all of the things I brought with, but the weather has been somewhat constant so that helps in not needing such a variety of things to wear.
Before our trip, we bought new luggage to make sure we could carry the correct size onto the Italian airline as they are the most restrictive airline I have read about. We also bought backpacks and fanny packs and all of these combined have made for an almost stress free trip. This is our first time to fly anywhere with only carry on luggage and this is the farthest we have flown besides. Going forward, this experience will change all future travel for us. We both love the back pack situation as it carries as much as my small suitcase, is less bulky and weighs less too. We are happy to ignore baggage claim as well.
I feel very badly that I don’t speak anything other than English. It makes me feel somehow ignorant and disadvantaged when I cannot communicate. I have used Google translate which has helped enormously, but it isn’t the same as actually communicating in the language of the country we are visiting. It causes me to wonder how my Scandinavian ancestors must have felt while traveling to their new country so very far away from their birthplace and most of their family. I can imagine it would have been very hard on their egos and self esteem to have such a large language barrier and no real identity to the new people they were meeting because of a lack of known history.
We have been treated very well by the majority of people we have come across. Most are kind and honest, but we did have a taxi driver that added cost to the beginning of our fare this morning and when Al questioned him, he suddenly spoke no English whatsoever. Ah well, consider it a contribution.
It is fun to see other parts of the world, their customs, food, and especially the architecture. I just love looking at architecture! I am so glad we went on this trip. I was hesitant because of the cost, but Al was eager because of his age.
“Not so many traveling years ahead of me, Mrs. Bussmann! Besides, I would rather spend our money seeing a bit of the world than to pay for the ground where I will eventually be put to rest”
He has a point there, I must admit.
We are on day 6 with a week left. I can’t imagine how my brain will retain it all. This is why pictures and videos are so valuable. Through these we can continue to revisit our trip any time we wish, and we actually already have.
I find myself thinking of my young cousin who was so good to us while serving up a beautiful bed and breakfast in a building attached to a palace in our 4 days there. She really went beyond normal hospitality to help us see the sites of Madrid. We have come to love her little family, her children, husband and her Mother. Well, we actually came to love them a long time ago while they were still living in the states, with us having spent so much time with them when they were in Austin Texas. Despite our age difference, she and I are much alike in our humor and how we see things because we each experienced a similar life growing up. She moved away from the U.P. years after I did, and we each got married. We both moved a lot with our husbands careers, but she moved much farther into the world by way of Europe. She is still young and there is still so much ahead of her! I can’t wait to see what unfolds ahead of her.
Well, I think I will close this little epistle. It is enjoyable to sit in an Italian destined airplane on our way to Venice as I type out my thoughts.
I can hardly believe it!
Ooooohhhhhh, whennnnnn the mooooooooon hits your eyes like a big-a pizza pie, thats “Amore!”