Despite very nearly jumping straight out of the plane and running across the runway back to the comforts of home after discovering that even with my short legs, my knees were almost touching the seat in front of me on easy jet's finest, I have made it here in one piece. Having only flown twice before, being up in the air in a metal tube is definitely not my favourite thing in the world and it was made worse by the fact that I was on my own.
Before I went to university, one of my favourite things about going on holiday was packing. I loved getting all my summer stuff together and getting ready to see somewhere new. After moving so often between home and university though, packing has lost it's appeal and it is therefore unsurprising that I ended up sitting in the middle of my living room at 12am the day of my departure forcing extra strength sun cream and flipflops into my suitcase.
I ended up sitting next to a French couple who I think thought I was a bit weird for being on the verge of hyperventilating when we were on the ground and taxying one minute, and enthusiastically taking pictures out of the plane window the next. One such photo of the Swiss Alps:
And Venice:
I had a bit of a panic when I reached into my hand luggage during the flight to find that as well as the two bottles of diet coke I had bought in departures, I also had a packet of mentos that came free with my magazine. So obviously I started panicking that I was going to be responsible for a major airbourne disaster if the two managed to combine. I think it is a slight security flaw for them to be selling those two things together in duty free where people can buy them immediately before getting into a cabin with high pressure...
Anyway, since I arrived I've been having a great time seeing how the Italians live. I have been to Italian results day/ parents evening, I've spoken French to Italians and English to Australians and Italian to English people not realising they were British too. I've eaten pasta every day and been told what apparently is the secret to the perfect pizza! It rained yesterday which I actually quite liked as it made everything seem a bit more British, and in true British style I still freak out every time we see a roundabout thinking that everyone is going the wrong way round it and there is about to be some horrible disaster.
I am also yet to break into my emergency rations of Dairy Milk, which has to be a good sign :)
Ciao for now,
Alice x
P.S. I think Poppy wants to go on a year abroad too
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