The Tray Table's Up
Today was my greatest packing challenge yet. With the help of one vacuum-seal bag and several hours of careful placement, I have four bags stuffed to burst with most of my junk. This was my thought process for most of the ordeal:
HSGHLKGAJSLDKFJAWLKEFMNASD;JFASKDLFJA SLFJKAWEIFJASDLKFJA SDFUFUUUUUUCK.
Tomorrow, I will have to get these four bags of ungodly weight from the insane asylum to San Zaccaria (a 10 minute boat ride), from San Zaccaria to wherever the hell the Alilaguna boat leaves from (a walk that will involve traversing bridges), from the Alilaguna airport stop to the actual airport (I have heard tell this may or may not involve 8 minutes of schlepping), and I must at the airport magically find where shuttles to my hotel leave from. SHOULD I SUCCEED IN ALL OF THIS...I may then proceed to check into my hotel at 2PM. I will go to sleep really, really early (or so I plan) and then wake up around maybe 4:30 in the A of the M to haul my ass onto a shuttle and back to the airport, leaving Venice at 6:50 AM (allegedly). There will be a layover in Frankfurt, followed by a 9 hour and 55 minute flight on a plane. Should I emerge from this with my sanity intact, I will be getting off the plane sometime after 3:35 P.M. in Charlotte.
These next two days are going to be very long.
EDIT: Getting to the Alilaguna boat did not actually involve traversing bridges. But it did involve me sitting for 30 minutes, waiting for this boat with about 50lbs or so of stuff on my back. If I took the stuff off, I would never be able to get it back on again, so this was necessary, this awkward sitting on a narrow bench with a huge bookbag on my back and a zippered tote-bag-like object on each arm. The eight minutes of schlepping occurred, but there were baggage carts at the stop that I got to pile all my crap on and pilot with ease. I called the hotel to get the shuttle, and as it just so happened there was already a 20-cent coin in the telephone so the call was free. FATE SMILED UPON ME! And within 5 minutes, the shuttle arrived. I checked into my hotel room at about 3:30 in the afternoon, and verily, it is a sweet-ass hotel room.
HSGHLKGAJSLDKFJAWLKEFMNASD;JFASKDLFJA SLFJKAWEIFJASDLKFJA SDFUFUUUUUUCK.
Tomorrow, I will have to get these four bags of ungodly weight from the insane asylum to San Zaccaria (a 10 minute boat ride), from San Zaccaria to wherever the hell the Alilaguna boat leaves from (a walk that will involve traversing bridges), from the Alilaguna airport stop to the actual airport (I have heard tell this may or may not involve 8 minutes of schlepping), and I must at the airport magically find where shuttles to my hotel leave from. SHOULD I SUCCEED IN ALL OF THIS...I may then proceed to check into my hotel at 2PM. I will go to sleep really, really early (or so I plan) and then wake up around maybe 4:30 in the A of the M to haul my ass onto a shuttle and back to the airport, leaving Venice at 6:50 AM (allegedly). There will be a layover in Frankfurt, followed by a 9 hour and 55 minute flight on a plane. Should I emerge from this with my sanity intact, I will be getting off the plane sometime after 3:35 P.M. in Charlotte.
These next two days are going to be very long.
EDIT: Getting to the Alilaguna boat did not actually involve traversing bridges. But it did involve me sitting for 30 minutes, waiting for this boat with about 50lbs or so of stuff on my back. If I took the stuff off, I would never be able to get it back on again, so this was necessary, this awkward sitting on a narrow bench with a huge bookbag on my back and a zippered tote-bag-like object on each arm. The eight minutes of schlepping occurred, but there were baggage carts at the stop that I got to pile all my crap on and pilot with ease. I called the hotel to get the shuttle, and as it just so happened there was already a 20-cent coin in the telephone so the call was free. FATE SMILED UPON ME! And within 5 minutes, the shuttle arrived. I checked into my hotel room at about 3:30 in the afternoon, and verily, it is a sweet-ass hotel room.