They. All. Wear. Black.
No seriously, like I have been looking for one that doesn't have any black on, and I can't find them. Also I have come to realize that if you study Italian for five months on Duo Lingo you are not proficient in anything other than "thank you" and "I'm sorry." At least I'm not. They stare too, not in a bad way, but when you catch an American staring at you and make eye contact, they look awkwardly away. But not Italians! They just keep looking, and will smile if you smile, but don't break eye contact. It kinda freaked me out at first, I thought the ladies on the plane were creeping, or I had something on my face, but I soon came to realize that that is a norm here. They are really serious too. I try to joke but either they think I'm special or just don't get it. I'm pretty ready to be done with Aeroportos. I slept for a good six hours last night, but could definitely use more. Yesterday at bag check, I sent off my forest green backpack, only to realize a minute too late that i had stuck my phone in it temporarily. I ran back and asked if there was any way I could retrieve it at this point, and the lady there told me to hang out for a minute and she would radio someone to get it. A minute turned into an hour, and I got concerned. But she was happily taking the whole time and eventually asked for my boarding ticket. I handed it over and she check my flight number; proceeding to change my seat to one without anyone next to me so I could sleep more comfortably. She is my angel. Thanks to her, I curled up and passed out the second we took off, only waking up to consume substance that would get to breakfast. I landed in Naples this morning at six or so, and had to get onto a different plane to fly to Milan. Arrived there, than got to take two different shuttle busses to get to the right terminal. I'm actually boarding for my last flight now, so I should probably go. Arrivederci
No seriously, like I have been looking for one that doesn't have any black on, and I can't find them. Also I have come to realize that if you study Italian for five months on Duo Lingo you are not proficient in anything other than "thank you" and "I'm sorry." At least I'm not. They stare too, not in a bad way, but when you catch an American staring at you and make eye contact, they look awkwardly away. But not Italians! They just keep looking, and will smile if you smile, but don't break eye contact. It kinda freaked me out at first, I thought the ladies on the plane were creeping, or I had something on my face, but I soon came to realize that that is a norm here. They are really serious too. I try to joke but either they think I'm special or just don't get it. I'm pretty ready to be done with Aeroportos. I slept for a good six hours last night, but could definitely use more. Yesterday at bag check, I sent off my forest green backpack, only to realize a minute too late that i had stuck my phone in it temporarily. I ran back and asked if there was any way I could retrieve it at this point, and the lady there told me to hang out for a minute and she would radio someone to get it. A minute turned into an hour, and I got concerned. But she was happily taking the whole time and eventually asked for my boarding ticket. I handed it over and she check my flight number; proceeding to change my seat to one without anyone next to me so I could sleep more comfortably. She is my angel. Thanks to her, I curled up and passed out the second we took off, only waking up to consume substance that would get to breakfast. I landed in Naples this morning at six or so, and had to get onto a different plane to fly to Milan. Arrived there, than got to take two different shuttle busses to get to the right terminal. I'm actually boarding for my last flight now, so I should probably go. Arrivederci