Traveling to Italy

One of my coworkers is going to Italy in a few weeks and we’ve been chatting about places to go and things to see while he’s gone.  It’s made me nostalgic of my last trip to Italy, in fact all of my trips to Italy…

I feel that it’s time to document my adventures to the places and the cities that I got to see on the few travels that I’ve had over to Italy over the last few years.

The first trip that I went to Italy on was my first trip to Europe.  Yes, it was awhile ago but it was definitely an experience to remember and one that I reflect on all the time.  I bought my ticket to Florence from Seattle and got ready for my trip. My flight path was going to be Seattle to France to Amsterdam to Florence and I was going to fly by myself to get there and meet up with classmates. I remember getting on the plane for the first time on my own to Europe, worrying that I wasn’t going to be able to find my friends at the Florence airport. I landed in Amsterdam and felt so cool because I was officially in Europe for the first time.  I felt slightly mischievous because there were key chains with marijuana flowers on it and I thought it was so cool. I remember exchanging money at the airport and then frantically running to my gate.  It was the first time I got to experience an airport that had timing signs all over the place that showed you just how far you were from your gate or at least your terminal.  I ran to my gate, terrified that I was going to miss my flight but luckily, I was there an hour before my flight and I sat down in relief waiting for the next leg of my trip to France.

I landed in Charles De Gaulle and this is where I experienced my first dislike of the airport.  I got off the plane in some small terminal and couldn’t figure out for the life of me where I needed to go or what I needed to.  It was such a small portion of the airport with a bunch of blacked out doors and I had no idea which door to go through and nothing was in English. Luckily there was another girl on my flight that spoke English and was just as lost as me. We finally decided on a door and found ourselves in the upgraded, portion of the airport. It felt like the twilight zone because it was a completely different airport that we entered into, yet it was all a part of the same place. I eventually found my gate and got ready to head off to Florence.

The thing about this trip was that most of my friends had gone and explored Europe prior to the class start date. I didn’t get a chance to because I was working all summer and could only take off a few weeks for the class so I had to make the decision to travel before or after the trip.  I choose after so that I could explore more.

I arrived in Florence, so excited to meet up with my friends and so terrified that I wouldn’t be able to find them.  The four girls I was meeting up with had flown in the day before from London so I wasn’t entirely sure I would be able to find them.  I was terrified for no reason.  I walked out of my gate and low and behold there were about 6 gates total at the airport and the arrivals funneled into one specific arrivals area.  You only see this at the smaller airports around the world and it was great because it meant that I could meet up with my friends immediately after baggage claim and I didn’t need to worry about trying to frantically find them around the airport. We met up and that began my first trip in Europe.


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