I’m sitting at a bar in an airport. Drinking a yummy glass of Pinot and waiting for my flight to board.
I didn’t bother with duty-free. I figure I’ve got quite a few airports to go through in the next few weeks and I don’t need anything in particular at stop number one. Which is Barcelona, in case you wanted to know.
My bag is packed with 16 kilos of stuff, which includes a whole nother bag, with wheels and everything. I’m planning on shopping, but not just yet…
So far I’ve noticed that Melbourne airport has a sculpture of a man shearing a sheep. that seems strange to me, being a kiwi, but then Melbournians do love a bit of art.
I’ve also noticed that dressing nicely and being super polite still doesn’t get you a free upgrade… but I did suspect that would be the case,
And I’ve also managed to figure out how to get my parents to call me. All that needs to happen is I need to leave the country for a month, about an hour after my sister has a baby. (a girl in case you’re interested)
So far Day 1 of holiday is going well.
And now it’s time to board.