Today we had our first attempt at the Italian bus system. We went to Ikea! Ohhh how I love that store. I had to buy some stuff for the apartment and a mattress topper because I don't really enjoy sleeping on a mattress that feels like wood.
It was a calamity trying to come back from Ikea because we were 2 minutes (we think?) late for the returning bus because it doesn't run on a normal schedule.. It does and then it doesnt and then it does again. However the bus worked out in our favor and it was either a half hour early or a half hour late.. And so we got on the bus and made it back in time for our cooking class.
The lesson was free and was probably the coolest thing ever. We made tiramisu, eggplant caprese, and gnocchi in a tomato sauce. All from scratch. As in, we made gnocchi. Cool :)
I put pics up on the picasa site so be sure to check them out.
Tomorrow my goal is to find a good bottle of Marsala wine... which are quite hard to come by apparently.
Buona notte. <3
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
People like lists, right?
Here is part one of my list of funny things in Europe.
- Italy has quiet hours after 10:30. If you make noise, neighbors can call the cops on you, and you can get fined.
- Your washing machine is in your kitchen. It fits a pair of jeans, a sweatshirt, two t-shirts, 3 pairs of underwear and 3 pairs of socks. Then! It will take 2 hours to do one load of laundry. You load it, figure out how to use its infinite number of programs, set the temp of the water.. then you press start and it fills up and sits for 20 minutes. Then it spins once every 15 seconds for the next hour and a half until it decides to spin out. Your clothes are clean at the end though lol.
- Bus > Truck > Car > Vespa > Bike >>>>>> Person. Also, you can't hear the buses coming because they're electric or natural gas. DO NOT CROSS THE STREET UNLESS YOU HAVE THE "OK TO CROSS" SIGNAL, OR YOU WILL GET HIT. And it will be your fault.
- It is not only socially acceptable, but socially encouraged to buy condoms out of a machine located on many corners.
- Italian porn is on during the day and is free.
- Bacteria.. doesn't scare the Italians. They don't like to keep things cold (..milk.. meat.. etc). They also don't have antibacterial hand soap or dish soap. And clearly there's no dishwasher.
- Along the same lines, people who handle your food (especially raw meat) don't wear rubber gloves. Which is alarming because of the next thing on the list....
- Bidet (bih-DAY). Worst invention ever. I don't understand them, I will never use one.. and our apartment has two of them.
- The country shuts down from 1-4 so people can nap. No lie.
- No such thing as mouthwash unless you want to pay 8 euro for it. 3 oz of peanut butter costs almost 6 euro.
- You pay to use public bathrooms. .80 euro.
- Electricity and gas are pumped in from Switzerland and Germany and it is RIDICULOUSLY expensive. And! Italian electricity circuits blow all the time. We had a hair dryer, two computers, and 3 rooms of lights on and the entire apartment went dark.
- Showers? They're hot, but you basically can't be in there for more than 5-8 minutes or your bill goes through the roof. Especially with 7 girls in one apartment.
- It is illegal to have your heat on for more than 10 hours a day. And they'll find you. Oh, will they find you.
- I can get deported if someone stays in my apartment. You have to register with the police as an inhabitant of your apartment and if someone reports that people other than those registered are staying there, the person hosting them can get sent back to the country.
- There are big, stupid-looking bins everywhere for your trash. There is no "curbside pickup". This isn't Applebees. They're funny though.
- Street sweepers not only sweep but wash the streets down every night. They'll hit you too.
I'm sure there's a lot more, and I really should start writing them down as I think of them haha.
New pictures will be up soon! <3
- Italy has quiet hours after 10:30. If you make noise, neighbors can call the cops on you, and you can get fined.
- Your washing machine is in your kitchen. It fits a pair of jeans, a sweatshirt, two t-shirts, 3 pairs of underwear and 3 pairs of socks. Then! It will take 2 hours to do one load of laundry. You load it, figure out how to use its infinite number of programs, set the temp of the water.. then you press start and it fills up and sits for 20 minutes. Then it spins once every 15 seconds for the next hour and a half until it decides to spin out. Your clothes are clean at the end though lol.
- Bus > Truck > Car > Vespa > Bike >>>>>> Person. Also, you can't hear the buses coming because they're electric or natural gas. DO NOT CROSS THE STREET UNLESS YOU HAVE THE "OK TO CROSS" SIGNAL, OR YOU WILL GET HIT. And it will be your fault.
- It is not only socially acceptable, but socially encouraged to buy condoms out of a machine located on many corners.
- Italian porn is on during the day and is free.
- Bacteria.. doesn't scare the Italians. They don't like to keep things cold (..milk.. meat.. etc). They also don't have antibacterial hand soap or dish soap. And clearly there's no dishwasher.
- Along the same lines, people who handle your food (especially raw meat) don't wear rubber gloves. Which is alarming because of the next thing on the list....
- Bidet (bih-DAY). Worst invention ever. I don't understand them, I will never use one.. and our apartment has two of them.
- The country shuts down from 1-4 so people can nap. No lie.
- No such thing as mouthwash unless you want to pay 8 euro for it. 3 oz of peanut butter costs almost 6 euro.
- You pay to use public bathrooms. .80 euro.
- Electricity and gas are pumped in from Switzerland and Germany and it is RIDICULOUSLY expensive. And! Italian electricity circuits blow all the time. We had a hair dryer, two computers, and 3 rooms of lights on and the entire apartment went dark.
- Showers? They're hot, but you basically can't be in there for more than 5-8 minutes or your bill goes through the roof. Especially with 7 girls in one apartment.
- It is illegal to have your heat on for more than 10 hours a day. And they'll find you. Oh, will they find you.
- I can get deported if someone stays in my apartment. You have to register with the police as an inhabitant of your apartment and if someone reports that people other than those registered are staying there, the person hosting them can get sent back to the country.
- There are big, stupid-looking bins everywhere for your trash. There is no "curbside pickup". This isn't Applebees. They're funny though.
- Street sweepers not only sweep but wash the streets down every night. They'll hit you too.
I'm sure there's a lot more, and I really should start writing them down as I think of them haha.
New pictures will be up soon! <3
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
28.01.2009
Hello again.
I’m sitting in my apartment atop the Piazza del Mercato Centrale. I don’t overlook anything except a “courtyard” which is not exactly spectacular. The other girls took the rooms with a view. I had a slight meltdown today.. I feel like a peasant compared to all my roommates.. my roommates are all friends slash sorority girls who are opposite of Jess and I… so what do I do? Call my mom and say “I’m having the worst day of my life and I’m in Europe for it!” So if you’d like to start a “pump money to Lauren” fund, that’d be fabulous.
I felt like yesterday was a blur. We got up early and went on our walking tour of Florence (it was gorgeous outside by the way). We got to see the four main areas of Florence that are mainly divided by what church/order of priests are over there. It was really good and very informational… though I probably would have appreciated it a little more had it not started at 9:30 (3:30 am at home). They brought us to a bunch of cool places like the Medici palaces, Il David (who is behind scaffolding at the moment), Dante’s house, and a bunch of other places. The tour guide was great and I felt bad that we were all so tired because she was pretty into it and we weren’t.
Then at night, we took a bus tour (aka they rented city busses and we drove all around the city while standing up). We got to go to where the copy of il David is, which overlooks the city. Gorgeous.
Today we moved into our apartments. And I bought 3 bottles of wine for 10 Euro and they’re actually pretty good and probably equivalent to a 12-15 dollar bottle at home.
I need to sleep now..I’m gonna try not to make these posts long anymore .. haha
Also.. I'll figure out pictures soon.. stupid internet..
Hello again.
I’m sitting in my apartment atop the Piazza del Mercato Centrale. I don’t overlook anything except a “courtyard” which is not exactly spectacular. The other girls took the rooms with a view. I had a slight meltdown today.. I feel like a peasant compared to all my roommates.. my roommates are all friends slash sorority girls who are opposite of Jess and I… so what do I do? Call my mom and say “I’m having the worst day of my life and I’m in Europe for it!” So if you’d like to start a “pump money to Lauren” fund, that’d be fabulous.
I felt like yesterday was a blur. We got up early and went on our walking tour of Florence (it was gorgeous outside by the way). We got to see the four main areas of Florence that are mainly divided by what church/order of priests are over there. It was really good and very informational… though I probably would have appreciated it a little more had it not started at 9:30 (3:30 am at home). They brought us to a bunch of cool places like the Medici palaces, Il David (who is behind scaffolding at the moment), Dante’s house, and a bunch of other places. The tour guide was great and I felt bad that we were all so tired because she was pretty into it and we weren’t.
Then at night, we took a bus tour (aka they rented city busses and we drove all around the city while standing up). We got to go to where the copy of il David is, which overlooks the city. Gorgeous.
Today we moved into our apartments. And I bought 3 bottles of wine for 10 Euro and they’re actually pretty good and probably equivalent to a 12-15 dollar bottle at home.
I need to sleep now..I’m gonna try not to make these posts long anymore .. haha
Also.. I'll figure out pictures soon.. stupid internet..
Post #2 from the 26th
26.01.09
Alright so it’s 2:42 pm in Rhode Island and I guess that means it’s almost 9 here? I still don’t have internet and probably won’t for a while. I guess it’s like 11 euro a day to get it in the hotel room and I just don’t care enough so I’ll keep writing in a Word document until I can get a connection.
It has legitimately been the LONGEST day of my life. The rest of my flight was alright. They gave us breakfast which was basically a roll and some jelly and another slab of cheese. We landed in Germany and went through customs.. which consisted of less than we had to do in American security.. had to take off our shoes and get our laptops checked again. We had a layover in the Frankfurt airport for a few hours, but since there were SO many API kids on our plane we all just stuck together. (On a side note, the sun doesn’t come up in Germany until like 8:30.) FINALLY they boarded us.. onto a bus. And they carried us on the runway (yep the bus was going between the moving planes.. real safe) to this.. midget plane.. that could only carry about 50 people. I was in the front row behind the business class, and if I looked out my window I saw a jet engine. Not okay. I officially heard “Vat type of sandvich vould you like?”, which is a little different than the “VANT SOME SANDVICH?!?” that I was hoping for but it’s fine. German is a silly language. So we took off, I got my sandvich, and that is the last thing I remember until the captain started saying to put your seatbelts on for the landing. I hate landing on small planes.
We walked off our plane, and got on a bus that took us about 10 feet away (why we didn’t walk, we’ll never know) and walked into the baggage claim area. We got our stuff, and everyone was laughing at how the backpack I brought is so much bigger than me. We walked through the airport, and got onto a wicked nice bus that drove us from the airport to our hotel, which is right in the heart of Florence. I couldn’t tell you anything about that bus ride, either. Supposedly it was about 25 minutes long. We got to the hotel and we checked in.. got our luggage and went in the smallest elevators in the world that brought Jess and I to our room, where we discovered what we thougth was a queen bed… until we realized it was two doubles shoved together. So once we did a little rearranging we immediately passed out for an hour and a half (they told us not to sleep any longer than that). When we got up we showered and were actually feeling pretty good about life and so we decided to wander Florence. And then we realized it was pouring out. We wandered around with a few other girls from the program and got some pizza. We were walking down the street that runs outside our building and we turn a corner and were suddenly faced with.. none other than the Duomo. We walked around a little more and came back to the room because we were cold and soaking wet.. so I sat down on my bed and I guess fell asleep for another two hours or so because we woke up and we realized we had to leave for dinner.
The dinner we had was AMAZING. Our program put on a little presentation in the Florence convention center thing telling us where we had to be and when, what to do, where to go, what to avoid doing, and the sketchy places they said they don’t ever want to hear about us going to. Fun fact - transvestites only come out at night. Then we went upstairs and found a buffet-style dinner waiting for us that had awesome food. After we left there we all came back to the hotel. Some crazy people are going out tonight, I just want to sleep because we have a walking tour of Florence tomorrow (and it’s supposed to rain yayyy) that leaves at 9:30 am.
Ok time for bed…
Alright so it’s 2:42 pm in Rhode Island and I guess that means it’s almost 9 here? I still don’t have internet and probably won’t for a while. I guess it’s like 11 euro a day to get it in the hotel room and I just don’t care enough so I’ll keep writing in a Word document until I can get a connection.
It has legitimately been the LONGEST day of my life. The rest of my flight was alright. They gave us breakfast which was basically a roll and some jelly and another slab of cheese. We landed in Germany and went through customs.. which consisted of less than we had to do in American security.. had to take off our shoes and get our laptops checked again. We had a layover in the Frankfurt airport for a few hours, but since there were SO many API kids on our plane we all just stuck together. (On a side note, the sun doesn’t come up in Germany until like 8:30.) FINALLY they boarded us.. onto a bus. And they carried us on the runway (yep the bus was going between the moving planes.. real safe) to this.. midget plane.. that could only carry about 50 people. I was in the front row behind the business class, and if I looked out my window I saw a jet engine. Not okay. I officially heard “Vat type of sandvich vould you like?”, which is a little different than the “VANT SOME SANDVICH?!?” that I was hoping for but it’s fine. German is a silly language. So we took off, I got my sandvich, and that is the last thing I remember until the captain started saying to put your seatbelts on for the landing. I hate landing on small planes.
We walked off our plane, and got on a bus that took us about 10 feet away (why we didn’t walk, we’ll never know) and walked into the baggage claim area. We got our stuff, and everyone was laughing at how the backpack I brought is so much bigger than me. We walked through the airport, and got onto a wicked nice bus that drove us from the airport to our hotel, which is right in the heart of Florence. I couldn’t tell you anything about that bus ride, either. Supposedly it was about 25 minutes long. We got to the hotel and we checked in.. got our luggage and went in the smallest elevators in the world that brought Jess and I to our room, where we discovered what we thougth was a queen bed… until we realized it was two doubles shoved together. So once we did a little rearranging we immediately passed out for an hour and a half (they told us not to sleep any longer than that). When we got up we showered and were actually feeling pretty good about life and so we decided to wander Florence. And then we realized it was pouring out. We wandered around with a few other girls from the program and got some pizza. We were walking down the street that runs outside our building and we turn a corner and were suddenly faced with.. none other than the Duomo. We walked around a little more and came back to the room because we were cold and soaking wet.. so I sat down on my bed and I guess fell asleep for another two hours or so because we woke up and we realized we had to leave for dinner.
The dinner we had was AMAZING. Our program put on a little presentation in the Florence convention center thing telling us where we had to be and when, what to do, where to go, what to avoid doing, and the sketchy places they said they don’t ever want to hear about us going to. Fun fact - transvestites only come out at night. Then we went upstairs and found a buffet-style dinner waiting for us that had awesome food. After we left there we all came back to the hotel. Some crazy people are going out tonight, I just want to sleep because we have a walking tour of Florence tomorrow (and it’s supposed to rain yayyy) that leaves at 9:30 am.
Ok time for bed…
Post # 1, Written on the 25th
25.01.09
It’s 7:47 pm US time and 1:47 am in Italy. I am currently writing this in a Word document (..cuz duh, no internet on a plane.. took me a moment to figure that one out) in seat 38D of the BIGGEST airplane I have ever seen in my life. Thankfully I am on an aisle… mostly so I can people watch. I can’t even believe what is happening right now.. I’m on a plane on my way to go live in Europe for 3 and a half months.
I went to bed ridiculously late and woke up relatively early.. stayed in bed until 9 because I heard the phone ring. I figured it was my adoring public. It was cousin Lisa and Anabelle so I called them back when I was coherent, where Miss Anabelle wished me a Merry Christmas. Sandy came over and we hung out one last time before I left (she came home from school for the weekend to say bye!). Anyway around 11:30 Jess, her parents, and her boyfriend came by. Meanwhile I was trying zto GET AHOLD OF A CERTAIN BOYFRIEND since it was almost time to go and he happened to NOT BE AWAKE haha. It’s ok no harm done- he got to my house.. I said my goodbyes to my cat/fish/car and we drove to Logan. Oh and I said goodbye to Sandy and she cried so I cried and Kyle walked away because of all the estrogen.
We got to the airport and when we walked in, I realized that approximately 20% of Stonehill was in that terminal. There are about 10 people I know on my flight believe it or not. I also saw a kid I went to Mount with who is on my flight so that makes 5 Mount kids in Florence at the moment. Checking in was horrible and I had to move so many things around because apparently weighing my suitcases before I left didn’t work out too well. One was over, one was under.. so I had to move things around.. and I had to check my carryon because of how full the flight was “but don’t worry it’s free”. Ughhh.
I said goodbye to my cell phone which might have been the worst part.. Jess’s parents and Lee… and then to my parents and Kyle at which point I couldn’t hold it together anymore and completely lost it. My mom was a nut but I informed her “Goodbye Ma” just like I did on my first day of Kindergarten.. which my dad caught and started laughing. Then I “manned up” and Jess and I went through security as our families obnoxiously waved and jumped up and down and blew kisses. Going through security is weird and you feel violated at the end of it but that’s fine with me because it means they are really checking. There was a girl behind us in security who was about our age so I decided to ask if she was heading to Florence and by pure luck she was. So we stuck together. She lives in CT, and goes to St. Michael’s in Vermont.
We got to our gate where I’m convinced the remaining 80% of Stonehill College was situated. I need to know.. if we’re all here.. then who is still there? We sat down and caught up with our friends that we hadn’t seen since December. We also met a guy who was traveling from Logan to Germany and from there getting a flight home to Ethiopia. He was.. SO COOL. I know this sounds weird but he tied two of our male fellow Florence-goers (slash Stonehill kids) (Bobby and Tony.. both of whom are pretty solid guys) together with shoelaces and told them to try to untangle themselves. It was hysterical to watch and we all got a bunch of pictures of that. They failed epically at it and the guy finally showed them how to do it and all 20-or-so of us that were sitting there went “ohhhhhhh”. I know that all of you reading are going to be like “WHAT is she talking about?” but when I put pictures up you’ll understand.
I then got my last grande toffee nut soy iced latte for a while and just talked to some more people in our program. Everyone seems really nice and everyone is SO excited. We saw the army of pilots and flight attendants walk by and we realized our plane had arrived. We anxiously awaited our boarding call.. and in no time they finally started calling us. We picked up our stuff and walked over to the gate where we were greeted by people with crazy German accents who were directing us where to go. I got to my seat and sat down. Moments later a woman and her 9-year-old daughter Sophie sat down in the two seats next to me. At the end of the row is a guy who I guess flies a lot from what he was saying.. Though he has really only been conscious when there is food involved. I don’t know how people just.. sleep. I took a Benadryl and passed out for about 45 minutes and that will probably be all the sleep I get until sometime tomorrow?
Anyway.. the woman sitting next to me is a lawyer in Weston, MA and they are currently en route to Russia for the third time, only this time they are coming back with a three-year-old boy who they’ve adopted and decided to name Evan. She told me all about how they decided to adopt him and the experiences they’d had along the way. Sophie is a girl after my own heart and has pretty much played Mario the entire time. The two of them have flown this exact flight on Lufthansa the other two times they went to Russia so they gave me the lowdown on what was going to happen. Thank God because it was right about then I started freaking out. She told me that the chicken was terrible but the macaroni tasted like something straight out of Bertuccis. She told me the order they fed you in.. approximately how far through the flight each meal would be served. Clearly God was watching out for me to put me next to someone like this. And Sophie I think is the only kid on the entire flight.. other than these weird pull-out baby cribs.
Takeoff was cool because we were just sitting there and all of a sudden you heard RARRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH (engine noise) and we were hauling down the runway. They have a thing on the TV screen that tells you where you are and it showed us flying over RI and then banging a u-turn and flying over the ocean. We got up in the air to our cruising altitude of 38,000 feet just barely over the Canadian border and they came down the aisle with the wine cart. I just got a Sprite because apparently I don’t do well with flying and I was already pretty dizzy. About an hour later they came back again with dinner. She was right- the macaroni was something right out of Bertuccis. It was ziti with marinara sauce that had mushrooms in it, accompanied by a rosemary ciabatta roll, a SMALL salad (the dressing packet was bigger) with two giant shrimp plopped on the top of it, chocolate mousse with a strawberry, and for whatever reason a slab of cheddar cheese...? I gave my mousse to Sophie, she was pumped and we are now best friends, haha.
Anyway that’s all for now.. some movie called Nights in… something… is on. I think Richard Gere is in it? Maybe? Ha i have no idea. I feel a bit like a sardine right now.. if you didn’t know the people around you going into this flight you sure as heck will when you leave. Ok time to try to sleep more.
<3 Lauren
It’s 7:47 pm US time and 1:47 am in Italy. I am currently writing this in a Word document (..cuz duh, no internet on a plane.. took me a moment to figure that one out) in seat 38D of the BIGGEST airplane I have ever seen in my life. Thankfully I am on an aisle… mostly so I can people watch. I can’t even believe what is happening right now.. I’m on a plane on my way to go live in Europe for 3 and a half months.
I went to bed ridiculously late and woke up relatively early.. stayed in bed until 9 because I heard the phone ring. I figured it was my adoring public. It was cousin Lisa and Anabelle so I called them back when I was coherent, where Miss Anabelle wished me a Merry Christmas. Sandy came over and we hung out one last time before I left (she came home from school for the weekend to say bye!). Anyway around 11:30 Jess, her parents, and her boyfriend came by. Meanwhile I was trying zto GET AHOLD OF A CERTAIN BOYFRIEND since it was almost time to go and he happened to NOT BE AWAKE haha. It’s ok no harm done- he got to my house.. I said my goodbyes to my cat/fish/car and we drove to Logan. Oh and I said goodbye to Sandy and she cried so I cried and Kyle walked away because of all the estrogen.
We got to the airport and when we walked in, I realized that approximately 20% of Stonehill was in that terminal. There are about 10 people I know on my flight believe it or not. I also saw a kid I went to Mount with who is on my flight so that makes 5 Mount kids in Florence at the moment. Checking in was horrible and I had to move so many things around because apparently weighing my suitcases before I left didn’t work out too well. One was over, one was under.. so I had to move things around.. and I had to check my carryon because of how full the flight was “but don’t worry it’s free”. Ughhh.
I said goodbye to my cell phone which might have been the worst part.. Jess’s parents and Lee… and then to my parents and Kyle at which point I couldn’t hold it together anymore and completely lost it. My mom was a nut but I informed her “Goodbye Ma” just like I did on my first day of Kindergarten.. which my dad caught and started laughing. Then I “manned up” and Jess and I went through security as our families obnoxiously waved and jumped up and down and blew kisses. Going through security is weird and you feel violated at the end of it but that’s fine with me because it means they are really checking. There was a girl behind us in security who was about our age so I decided to ask if she was heading to Florence and by pure luck she was. So we stuck together. She lives in CT, and goes to St. Michael’s in Vermont.
We got to our gate where I’m convinced the remaining 80% of Stonehill College was situated. I need to know.. if we’re all here.. then who is still there? We sat down and caught up with our friends that we hadn’t seen since December. We also met a guy who was traveling from Logan to Germany and from there getting a flight home to Ethiopia. He was.. SO COOL. I know this sounds weird but he tied two of our male fellow Florence-goers (slash Stonehill kids) (Bobby and Tony.. both of whom are pretty solid guys) together with shoelaces and told them to try to untangle themselves. It was hysterical to watch and we all got a bunch of pictures of that. They failed epically at it and the guy finally showed them how to do it and all 20-or-so of us that were sitting there went “ohhhhhhh”. I know that all of you reading are going to be like “WHAT is she talking about?” but when I put pictures up you’ll understand.
I then got my last grande toffee nut soy iced latte for a while and just talked to some more people in our program. Everyone seems really nice and everyone is SO excited. We saw the army of pilots and flight attendants walk by and we realized our plane had arrived. We anxiously awaited our boarding call.. and in no time they finally started calling us. We picked up our stuff and walked over to the gate where we were greeted by people with crazy German accents who were directing us where to go. I got to my seat and sat down. Moments later a woman and her 9-year-old daughter Sophie sat down in the two seats next to me. At the end of the row is a guy who I guess flies a lot from what he was saying.. Though he has really only been conscious when there is food involved. I don’t know how people just.. sleep. I took a Benadryl and passed out for about 45 minutes and that will probably be all the sleep I get until sometime tomorrow?
Anyway.. the woman sitting next to me is a lawyer in Weston, MA and they are currently en route to Russia for the third time, only this time they are coming back with a three-year-old boy who they’ve adopted and decided to name Evan. She told me all about how they decided to adopt him and the experiences they’d had along the way. Sophie is a girl after my own heart and has pretty much played Mario the entire time. The two of them have flown this exact flight on Lufthansa the other two times they went to Russia so they gave me the lowdown on what was going to happen. Thank God because it was right about then I started freaking out. She told me that the chicken was terrible but the macaroni tasted like something straight out of Bertuccis. She told me the order they fed you in.. approximately how far through the flight each meal would be served. Clearly God was watching out for me to put me next to someone like this. And Sophie I think is the only kid on the entire flight.. other than these weird pull-out baby cribs.
Takeoff was cool because we were just sitting there and all of a sudden you heard RARRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH (engine noise) and we were hauling down the runway. They have a thing on the TV screen that tells you where you are and it showed us flying over RI and then banging a u-turn and flying over the ocean. We got up in the air to our cruising altitude of 38,000 feet just barely over the Canadian border and they came down the aisle with the wine cart. I just got a Sprite because apparently I don’t do well with flying and I was already pretty dizzy. About an hour later they came back again with dinner. She was right- the macaroni was something right out of Bertuccis. It was ziti with marinara sauce that had mushrooms in it, accompanied by a rosemary ciabatta roll, a SMALL salad (the dressing packet was bigger) with two giant shrimp plopped on the top of it, chocolate mousse with a strawberry, and for whatever reason a slab of cheddar cheese...? I gave my mousse to Sophie, she was pumped and we are now best friends, haha.
Anyway that’s all for now.. some movie called Nights in… something… is on. I think Richard Gere is in it? Maybe? Ha i have no idea. I feel a bit like a sardine right now.. if you didn’t know the people around you going into this flight you sure as heck will when you leave. Ok time to try to sleep more.
<3 Lauren
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