am Airport in New York now, and five in the morning. Boarding my flight time: 6.20AM. I arrived yesterday evening from London Heathrow after a pleasant flight with British Airways: the fate it had a place simply fabulous both in flight, namely the one near the emergency exit, where you can stretch your legs as you like and do not disturb anyone. My two traveling companions were mother and daughter, the first that brought home the second after a year of study at Oxford, to help you with your luggage because with the strike of the previous week - when I had never heard of a British Airways strike before? - Preferred share wavering human destiny face to face with her child. The mother of the other works in the computer field, deals with database and network administration - and what a bore! - Mamy and already I think, reading this, will say: Did you ask if you get a job?
The flight was nice because you spoil BA: There is an LCD screen for each passenger, with 18 television channels and 16 radio channels, the map of the flight (the one in Lufthansa flight I saw on a TV attached to the ceiling, from time to time, and with a little 'hard work). The thing that sent me into ecstasy, however, this micro-kits containing: •
a pair of socks, toothpaste and toothbrush
• • a blinkered
Ed & # 232; British Airways signed the blinders that makes me mad, because it is just what at that moment, I felt more needed. In the first TV I saw a movie with Nicole Kidman (The Interpreter), then one with Jennifer Lopez (Monster in law) just to stay on the light. Then I saw an excerpt from the beginning of Priscilla, because then we arrived. Throughout the trip I had the impression that British Airways flight traveling slower than the equivalent of Lufthansa: the average speed was around 800km / h.
are to Terminal 4, but my flight leaves from Terminal 8. Never mind, there is the AirTrain every 5 minutes, will not be a problem in time to get that check in is already done. The night I spent here. I was hoping to pack up sbolognare to American Airlines at 11 pm but they told me that they would be taken over before 3:30 am the next morning and then, poor Tuka, nothing girettino to Manhattan ... will be for the next time! `So I always stayed at the terminal 4: I was hoping that some airline lounge was open and upholding the pilgrims who travel in coach class but also that, in their handbook of my hopes New Yorkers, is passed. MI is then stayed this seating area, surrounded by supposed works of art, with the chairs or comfortable or uncomfortable, neither beautiful nor ugly, almost insignificant. There was a guy not far from me who was snoring very well, a true performer, and every 20 minutes the voice reminded me that if I leave luggage at the police come around me and destroys them. Nervous breakdown or destruction of luggage? The answer is simple: I had so so sleepy that I probably would have stayed in the foot. And then I learned the art by Viviana on 15-minute-nap that allows me to recharge my batteries for a while ': so between awake and sleep, sleep and awake and half asleep, they have made the 4. And the 4 to Terminal 4 remind me that I can go check in my two suitcases uncomfortable.
I'm sitting at the cafe au bon pain ". I made a pasta with a kind of cream and a coffee milk. The thing that strikes me more of intercontinental travel is that my stomach is the part of me always happy to travel less. The sense of hunger falls and I do nothing but make of it stuffing, I fill it with whatever they give me, although I do not like it, although I do not want. When I was in London on BA employee at check-in, tells me that there is no food on the flight. I say what? And she gave me a voucher for 5 pounds, then sent me with the bags on the opposite side of the terminal. At the other end, frustrated by the news of the food, I decided to deceive the other and tell me that she had to give a voucher for food, and so they get a second. Then I'm going to spend my 10 pound at Starbucks: you, him, my beloved Starbucks.
the Starbucks T-Mobile and its wireless network. Starbucks
Joe Castiglione and mr. Tom.
of Starbucks frappuccino light (the fat-free, all leaner).
the Starbucks on University Avenue.
the Starbucks where we study logical foundation.
the Starbucks where Patrick and I do share the connection with a network cable.
Starbucks open 24 hours in Times Square.
Starbucks without signs in Boston, refined and elegant (see The Improper Bostonian!).
the Starbucks where we got lost in San Francisco. Not inside the Starbucks, outside! The
starbucks when we were in NYC on the 95th, the writer anxiolytic, there was one on 94th and one on the 96th!
the end find out that I misunderstood you, do not serve hot food on board, but some sandwich him to give, for the sake of my stomach. So I could do without spending it, the 10 pounds, but they were so aggratis and not reusable then on, we can do.
I'm sitting on a hard wooden bench, colored blue. Before me there `Sbarro, the pizza place. Some people eat pizza at 5 in the morning. This terminal is pretty futuristic. What time will the sunrise today? I do not remember how the airport, if I can and it's worth the photographer. My stomach is in turmoil, from tomorrow we start again a balanced diet. We hope not to throw up flying to San Diego. Then I put the blinders on and sleep. I'm going to take the air train.
But I really want tonight to last forever
I really want to be with you ...
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