In order to go to the concert last night, I had to reschedule my travel plans and get a less-than-ideal flight to Italy. As a result, I am now on a seven hour layover in a city where I dont* speak the language and therefore dont feel comfortable leaving the airport to explore**. That and it would cost me over $100 to actually get into the city, and I would far rather spend the money on wine and gelato once I reach my destination. Le grand sigh.
I am not a patient waiter. Now that I have caught up on the goings on in the internet and wolfed down a tasteless, overpriced airport meal, I am going a bit squirrely. Fortunately, I am also exhausted from getting a grand total of two hours of sleep (the price of going to concert extraordinare the night before leaving on a trip), so Ive been able to pass a bit of time snoozing. I hadnt intended to sleep in the airport - traveling by myself, I dont exactly feel safe lying unconscious with my valuables scattered around me in a public place - but sometimes the body has its own ideas. Particularly when I try to read The Last Station. Although I am sure its a good book, historical fiction about Tolstoys Russia is a bit to heavy for a sleep-deprived travel day.
(As a total aside...an airport security person just rode past me on a Seguay! I wonder if its too late for a career change...)
(As another aside...um...crap...lack of sleep has eaten my brain and I dont remember what I was going to say. Oh wait...I was going to complain about my inability to use apostrophes on this computer. Argh. Help!)
Wow...my apologies for this very dull post, and my thanks for making it this far. I will hopefully reward you with some photos of my journeys over the next three weeks. At the moment all I can offer is a photo of the airport chairs, so I will spare you.
Cheers.
* I am using a new Acer netbook while I travel, and for some reason the apostrophe key gives me a รจ instead of an apostrophe. So I apologize for the apostrophe-free contractions and the stilted sentences in which I avoid contractions altogether (the sentences that are stilted because of my poor writing abilities you will just have to get used to). As someone who used to work as a proofreader, this is driving me absolutely nuts. As someone who is mildly incompetent at using computers, this will sadly likely last the duration of my trip, unless some wise person on the Internet can help me out.
** I recognize the irony of this statement given that I am heading off to spend three weeks in a country where I dont speak the language. Despite trying to justify this a number of times, I cant think of a logical explanation for why Italy doesnt worry me but an afternoon in Montreal does. Consider it one of my loveable idiosyncracies.
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