trip from hell

So, to end my Euro-adventures, the flight was lovely. Right. Actually , the flight was fine, but the preceeding events were all shitty. Here is my story: I got up at 4 AM, Florence time. Waited for an hour to check in, and once we got up there, Lindsey and I got rejected because our ticket was from Paris to Florence, not Florence to Paris; in January they pulled the opposite ticket. (notice the use of the semi-colon, how smart am i). However, last week we were approved to still use it, and they apparently didn't communicate this to the check in people. so we waited in the ticket re-issue line for half an hour and then got to check in. BUT lindsey's bag was 3 kilos over so they made her unpack and carry 6 plastic bags of stuff onboard. Going through security they saw her brooch she bought in Venice for her grandma, thought it was a knife, and searched her til she started sobbing so they let us go. Then our flight left 45 minutes early, so they came on the loudspeaker 15 minutes outside of paris and said, "We're sorry, but the flight to San Fransisco has already started boarding." So then they started giving us our options for overnighting in Paris. Not that I would bitch about spending the night in Paris, but all of us had connecting flights out of San Fran that we would have lost. So we all threw a big fit, which was pretty fun, and they convinced AirFrance to hold our flight. It was fairly uneventful after that--AirFrance actually has really good food, free wine and liquor, and free sandwiches and Haagen-Daaz ice cream between meals if you are hungry. And we got to watch Bridget Jone's Diary 2. Good flight! The weird part was eating lunch at noon, dinner at 8, landing in San Fran, getting off the plane at 9 and suddenly my life rewound and it was noon again. Good thing i don't do trans-Atlantic flights very often because I ate two lunches and two dinners in one day, a girl could gain 20 pounds doing that!! Anyways, I am here, in Seattle, still speaking Italian to poor unsuspecting people. That habit could take awhile to break. I go to Walla Walla tomorrow, so more adventures soon to come! Goodbye, Italian period of my life.