Not much to share today. Crystal Cruise line made it so that we just had to bounce around the Mediterranean Sea again. In fact, we have spent enough time on the Mediterranean during the last three years that I believe Barbie and I have earned the right to refer to it as the Romans did, Mare Nostrum; the egotistical moniker for this body of water which meant, literally, Our Sea. The lands encircling the Mediterranean might have featured Egypt and Carthage and Judea and Greece and a host of other cultures, but to the Romans the sea was Ours. Well... millions may live along it but I am sorry to tell them that they are out of luck. The Mediterranean official belongs to us. It is ours now. Mare Nostrum.
To get to the Mediterranean, of course, we need to fly. Which involved a Six AM flight. Which involves a combination of sleep deprivation followed by long bouts of uncomfortable in-flight sleep.
And you know what? The airport was crowded at 4:30 AM. Very crowded. But I failed to take a picture of the hundreds of yawning travelers. No, I was a bit to focused on the man at the ticket counter to my right. He had a large, long and thin metal case. I thought, "I wonder what instrument he plays." Then after it had been weighed he set it on the floor and opened it, revealing a very large rifle. I was shocked, and had to whisper to Barbie about it. She asked the ticket agent and apparently you can check a firearm with the TSA and have them load it in the plane's cargo hold. Makes sense. Maybe he is a professional shooter of sorts? A target hitting ace popping ballons with ease like some women of Bangkok?
Soon enough we were standing in a machine while government agents gazed in awe at our flawless naked bodies, and then to the Delta lounge and then to the plane.
After take-off, I opened the window shade and caught the sun rising over the Mojave Dessert. A sunrise is never a bad thing. Remember those stories about Stone Age humans not being sure that the sun would rise again the next day? Thinking about that as an adult, I find it impossible to believe. Our species surely came to expect the sun without worry long before we developed tools or even language. Silly, the stories told to kids.
We landed in Atlanta, where we would be switching to a plane that would launch us to the center of Mare Nostrum, the city of Rome.
Atlanta is one of those airports where inevitably you have to take the subway from one terminal to another because your connecting flights can never be in the same terminal.
No joke. I said to Barbie, when we discussed switching planes in Atlanta, "They have Arby's in that airport." Yes, this means that yours truly had Arby's between planes. It was a beautiful thing.
The intrepid travelers prepare for yet another trip across the Atlantic.
This will be my living space for nine hours. The plan is to sleep the entire time. When I wake up, it will be tomorrow on another continent.
Good night!
To get to the Mediterranean, of course, we need to fly. Which involved a Six AM flight. Which involves a combination of sleep deprivation followed by long bouts of uncomfortable in-flight sleep.
And you know what? The airport was crowded at 4:30 AM. Very crowded. But I failed to take a picture of the hundreds of yawning travelers. No, I was a bit to focused on the man at the ticket counter to my right. He had a large, long and thin metal case. I thought, "I wonder what instrument he plays." Then after it had been weighed he set it on the floor and opened it, revealing a very large rifle. I was shocked, and had to whisper to Barbie about it. She asked the ticket agent and apparently you can check a firearm with the TSA and have them load it in the plane's cargo hold. Makes sense. Maybe he is a professional shooter of sorts? A target hitting ace popping ballons with ease like some women of Bangkok?
Soon enough we were standing in a machine while government agents gazed in awe at our flawless naked bodies, and then to the Delta lounge and then to the plane.
We landed in Atlanta, where we would be switching to a plane that would launch us to the center of Mare Nostrum, the city of Rome.
Good night!
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