Well that was fun. I left Venice early Tuesday morning and got home something like 16 hours later, 16 very tiring hours. Turns out even having a chair that makes into a bed, while making the whole ordeal easier, does not totally do away with the hassles of flying. I've been home two days and I'm still trying to get my frail carcass back to normal. Or as normal as it ever gets. I'm just glad to be back to my own bed, my own pillow, and my own toilet and I understand that is the definitive old man statement. Don't care, won't care.
Let me once again emphasize how much I appreciate what a good sport Diane was about traveling with me. There we were, in two of the great cultural centers and my plan was to take naps and have coffee and pastries, which is exactly what I do here. The St. Regis cafe, a block from our hotel in Paris, gets 5 enthusiastic stars, would go again, in a heartbeat. Also the place in Venice that sells pistachio cream filled croissants was really good.
Here's my review of Delta airlines, with which I flew home: the planes suck (The seat to bed thingy worked okay, but was so narrow I couldn't fit my elbows down by my side when lying down, and I am not a particularly wide individual.) but the personnel were great. I originally had a 6-hour layover in Atlanta and needed to get a boarding pass for my leg back to San Francisco. The desk I had to deal with had three ladies filing their nails and refusing to make eye contact and one large homo. Naturally, we bonded, girlfriend got me a first class seat on a flight that was boarding pretty much right then. I was home, and glad of it, before my original flight even took off.
In short I'm delighted I went, I had a wonderful time, and I am never leaving San Francisco again.
Fellow travelers:
Well, I'm glad you enjoyed - erm - coffee and croissants on your trip to two of the most gorgeous cities on Earth...
ReplyDeleteThank heavens for homosexuals strangely drawn to working in the airline industry! Welcome home, indeed. Jx
PS I am a convert to the new religion going on in pic #2!
We kneel to give praise, oh Master
DeleteWelcome back to your regular coffee and pastries at Peet's! (Love the collector's plate. Imagine those cats replaced with portraits of Saki...and you!)
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I would love a customized kitty plate
DeleteGlad you had a good time.
DeleteThere’s no place like home.
I don’t travel. Far too much effort is required.
I agree wholeheartedly. If that queen in Atlanta had not gotten me onto an earlier flight, I would have considered just starting life anew there.
DeleteThat was a whirlwind trip dear. Did you get to sample any local "meats"?
ReplyDeleteThere was a shocking lack of cute guys in Italy. Always before, the eye candy was the highpoint of our trips. I think the crowds were so big, they just got pushed out.
DeleteOne's own bed is glorious.
ReplyDeleteVery glad you got back in one piece darling.
Me too, especially since there were moments when I wasn't sure I would make it back.
DeleteWelcome back! You can't beat your own bed and I'm just a young slip of a thing. Did you come across any squat down toilets in Paris? I'd like to squat over pic 1.
ReplyDeleteI was very taken with number 1 also. And no, no squat downs, I insisted on staying in a nice part of town.
DeleteHaving ones own toilet cannot be underestimated.
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