Travel Day

Well I’m a little rusty and started to blog only to read back a boring diatribe of details that most people could care less about.  Know your reader...yes I know most people here are interested in Pete and Denise stories.  The stories that would screw up most people’s vacation….but of course not ours.  Crazy as it may seem ...there has been few instances ...but of course there were a few.

Yes, unbelievably we were able to upgrade to business class at the airport, we were on a wait list.  Well let’s start with me being so excited with the service that I woke Denise us twice to tell her how excited I was.  OK that is not the best thing to do to Denise.  The women who never sleeps should not be woken up to let her know her hot minted scented towel might go cold……

I was like a 10 year old.  I took advantage of everything they had...  the totally reclining seat, the drinks, the warm nuts, the hot towel...should I go on?  Yes I should it was that good.  The food and the breakfast...oh yeah the water bottle left for me while I slept by my personal customer care person Alex.  I truly believe If I asked for a massage I would of gotten it.

All seems to be going great until Denise forgets her binder with all her details of our trip’s activities on the plane.  I as the good husband sit and wait with the luggage while the athlete of the family sprints from the train station back to the airport to save the day.  OK to save her day.  I would of griped about her losing it all vacation….no such luck.

It took us 24 hours from our driveway to our hotel in Cinque Terre Italy. A car ride, two plane rides, three train rides and we are here.  Very cool place.  But of course I will point out every crazy issue in my next posting.  Two beers and a limoncello shot to start the night off.  

CIAO