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EasyGoing2NYC

Its nine thirty in the evening…And me? Nothing packed of course.

….our drive to the airport comes at 00.45.

Have I ever packed my bag “not in the very last minute”? Nope. Why? I don’t know. πŸ™‚ 

And so…the whole day was that usual working day, finished around 3 p.m. 

…I went to see my love, we hugged pretty strong when it was my time to go….then home. 

Ok. Focus. Packing. 

Everything out of the wardrobe and than through hard selection into the suitcase. What I really really need? Well. This is the ultimate question. Honestly less than half of what I’ve packed. But you know, you never know. πŸ™‚ 

Andreja came, got lost searching for my apartment. πŸ™‚ well…this trip will be fun I guess. 

She patiently watched me finish my packing, she even did my nails, and we were ready to go. 

Smushed my two monsters Sophie and Stef and off we were, to our new adventure.

But first. Of course. The ride to the airport. 

Don’t forget I am not fit for this seats, all the way I just couldn’t find my position, to maybe sleep for a minute or two. My legs were trying to find the right, comfortable position, my back was screaming. Nope. No sleep for me this time. At my right Andreja was snoring down all the forests we have. 😈 Lucky her. 

We arrived at the airport, I felt like heavily stoned, no sleep does that to me. And knowing we are going to fly with this loud monsters, didn’t make me a happy peppy but more a nagging bitch. Let’s face it. Planes aren’t my thing. πŸ™‚ 

We parked our asses in the waiting area. My eys were searching for the NYC flight….when Andreja said, but no, we first fly to Brussles. “Oh. Ok. πŸ™‚ Upsy.” We laughed pretty hard, my brains have definitely left the building in Ljubljana. I completely forgot this. 

A minor thing, right? πŸ™Šβ˜ΊοΈ

In this spirit we than finally started the airline procedure….which in Italy takes forever. Forever. So long, that at the end if all the checking, we than ran to the gates. 

I ask myself here the ultimate question. Why than arriving to the airport 2 hours earlier if all is always the same? They make you being late. 

Anywayz, we were in our seats off to Brussels, all waked up of course. You would be too after that sprint run with obstacles all over the airport. Luckily the flight wasn’t long and I was looking forward to finally sit  and relax on the big plane to Nyc.

If you thought for a second that the “in-between-flights-procedure” was smooth, you are wrong. We ran again. This time because on our gate they had a final call. A what?! We ran. Forrest Gump would be proud of us.

When we made our touch-down at the gates….the final call was for the flight before our flight. Ok. This is just ridiculous. I don’t like to run so early in the morning, come on guys…

Babe, I need a coffee. Yup. A double shot. You? 

And so we finally got our well deserved first morning coffee.

This is how we look after few runs, no sleep and one Belgium coffe:

Andreja is still forcing her face to smile, me, I just couldn’t squeeze it out πŸ˜‰


…..SOOOOO, here we are, few steps from our final ride. 

Seat in a 47 row.


You know where that is?

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present you “the very last seat”. 

No recliner seat. 

In 8 hours flight. 

My back started to cry. I promised myself I will get drunk. Maybe than I would passed out and get some sleep. πŸ™‚ 

As if that wasn’t enough, the power of the plane was broken, it took them another hour to repair it. 

Well…What can I say. 

This is just lovely. 

Give me the wine! 

Right now.

…..
4 movies, one funny lunch, 2 glasses of wine, a bit of water and a few of them nice turbulences later….we finally made our America’s touch down. 

Esta is an amazing thing, they need to read each and every one, check our all 10 fingerprints and we even get photographed…maybe for a competition of “best destroyed after THAT flight”

This was pure torture.

When we got out, we immediately agreed we don’t care, just get us fast as possible to our home. 

Taxi drive.


With an amazingly friendly driver. He definitely made our first impression.

So it was all good. 

I even was a classic turist for a second, making those first “oh-wow” photos…

Soon we will get our first sleep after Thursday’s night.

Nyc, please be nice.

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