tu perdi voi perdète
lui/lei perde loro perdono
pp perduto
Ho niente portare perchè British Airways ha perduto I miei bagagli.
I don’t have anything to wear because British Airways lost my luggage.
Ciao ragazzi! So my flights to Italy were without too much excitement, which is good. I flew from Cleveland to Baltimore to London to Milan. Unfortunately, I had to go through security in each airport. However, TSA didn’t feel the need to swab my CPAP in Baltimore. Also in London I didn’t take off my shoes and I didn’t remove my CPAP for them to swab in London either. I’m such a rebel! On the flight over the pond, we ran into some turbulence and the guy next to me started to get nervous. He slouched in his seat and wrapped his entire arms around the armrests. I of course was just as nervous as he was, but because holding on to armrests doesn’t really do anything for my personal safety, I decided to remain calm and focus on my in flight movie. British Airways fed me twice on the flight over, which was unexpected. I had chicken and rice for dinner and a Danish for breakfast. Then, on the flight from London to Milan they even gave me a ham sandwich, with drinks included!
The real excitement of course came in Milan at the baggage claim area. Where there was nothing for me to get excited about of course. So I had to stand in line for an hour waiting to talk to a representative at the lost and found. I don’t know if the American public is aware of this, but Europeans are not really into forming lines. Generally, they create blobs of people and there are tons of annoying people who cut to the front of the blob. Anyway, a lot of people tried to cut to the front of the blob, but the lost and found people were having none of it, thankfully. I was happy when several people walked to the front and were promptly told to go to the back of the line. So the nice lady behind the desk spoke good English and helped me file the proper paperwork to get my baggage shipped to Florence if/when they find it.
So from Milan Malpensa (MXP) I took a bus to Milano Centrale, the main train station of Milan. From there I took a train from Milan to Florence. Somehow, I got the best seat on the train. It was a window seat, by myself, close to the luggage rack for oversized luggage, and the car was pretty empty. Unfortunately, there was no need to sit next to the luggage rack because I had nothing to be protective of. My carry-on luggage fit easily in the overhead racks. I made it to Florence without much fanfare, found my hostel, and tried not to sweat too much. The average high in Florence this time of year is around 84 degrees Fahrenheit. This week and next week the high should be around 100. This is much hotter than I prefer. After spending a night in a hostel, I found the leasing office and got the keys to my apartment. The apartment is on the third floor of a building and is nicely furnished with a big living room. I was the first person to check into the apartment and I opted for the single room. It’s actually up 11 more steps so it’s a little hotter than the rest of the apartment but the difference between 100 and 105 is negligible. If you’re sweaty at 100, you’ll be sweaty at 105. But, my room has its own private bathroom including shower, sink, toilet, and bidet making it even better. So my apartment has air-conditioning units that are remote controlled. We have remote controls, but they don’t work on our units. The apartment next to us is also inhabited by Kent State students. Of course, the remote controls work on their units and not ours. But for some reason, Italians don’t believe in air conditioning. So when we asked the leasing office about it, they took away the remote controls and we were told to go to the beach if it’s hot and that the air conditioning is not part of our lease. I think they’re dumb. Anyway, I found another remote control, which I gave to the apartment across the hall. If I were them, I would set the thermostat to 60 degrees just because the leasing office is dumb. After reading through the pamphlets of information that the leasing office gave us, you’re only allowed to heat your apartment for 8 hours maximum in the winter. And you’re not supposed to leave heat on at night. This is especially dumb. Also refrigerators in Italy aren’t cold, no matter how cold the setting is in them. I don’t understand. Anyway, we did find some old fans in the closet and they are somewhat operable. So that is a large help. So that’s enough ranting for one day. It does feel good to get it off my chest.
The pictures should be of my room - I did end up stealing the bedroom with one bed and its own bathroom for myself - and the entry into my apartment building. Which the 30 year old married roommate is not happy about. But tough, I got there first so deal with it. (His wife is not on the trip with us)
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