FLIGHT TWO: AZ JFK-FCO
Well, things had to get real at some point. I politely asked at the Alitalia desk when transferring if I could get my FF number (which I have lost)so I could credit my flights, she said the only thing they could do was send a new card to my apartment. The apartment I no longer have, in the city I dont live in anymore. When I ask I it can be sent elsewhere, she said no, it has to be sent to the one on tour profile. Why didn't I change it? facepalm
Anyway, it was off to some godforsaken part of JFK.... wait, that doesn't really clarify anything. Off to some really remote area of JFK for the Alitalia flight. The flight is largely Italians and they start the queue boisterously. I know what to do and don't let any of the inevitable line-cutters get in front of me. Success!
There are a bunch of announcements but most of them are in italian only or much shorter English ones. I decided to get a head start and pass out.
I wake up later and it feels like we aren't even moving. Wow, I didn't even feel the takeoff! Sleep fades and I realize, oh, we've just been sitting here for 2 hrs. Another 40 or so minutes go by and finally we leave.
I opt for the "meat" option rather than pasta as it turns out the pasta is in some plastic-looking cream sauce. I'm pretty sure the wine is expired Carlo Rossi but I guess you can't have everything. The girl next to me gets up to use the bathroom about once per hour, stepping on my feet, and its the first time I've regretted getting isle (I get swelling and need to get up as well, though I avoid breaking other people's metatarsals.
We get in much too late to make my connection of course.