THE LONG VERSION - oh the drama!
The flight from JFK -> Venice: Let me just say that on it started out on a bad note - before the plane even took off - because there was an Italian woman (the one with the annoying kid), who was assigned the 3 middle seats (it was a 2 seat - 3 seat - 2 seat plane) with her boyfriend and 3-5ish age son. Now, from the get-go she was making this huge stink about where she was sitting (everyone gets to pick there seats), it was creating such a ruckus. Then, when a man sat in the seat in front of us (Karen had the window, Maciej the Isle), this woman said "I want to see your ticket. I don't believe that is your seat." One flight attendant came by and said that she (the crazy Italian woman) needed to calm down and she could not ask people to change their seats. So, this child started to throw a temper tantrum that he couldn't have that seat and the mother was doing nothing about it. Then an Italian flight attendant was standing in the back and so the crazy Italian woman hunted him down and began pleaing her case. Unbelievable. So, the Italian flight attendant asked the man to move his seat and gave some stupid excuse the woman told him. Yikes, so to stop the madness the man gave up his seat so the woman and her child could sit in the seats in front of us. Of note: there were multiple young children on the plane, none of which created any peep during the flight, including the small baby. The boy in front of us would start schreeching any time he didn't get what he wanted. And, shouldn't a child be weaned off a bottle by the time he is 3 or so?? One more thing regarding the crazy Italian woman. Her boyfriend kept getting up and walking to the back of the plan (sans flight attendants) and bringing back wine/liquor to the woman. by the way: alcohol costs money on the international flights now - thank goodness regular beverages don't (yet)!
A piece of information that is important for the next info: we were sitting in row 40 of 41 rows on the plane.
Now the food: so there were 2 options: A chicken with corn medley or tortellini. So, most of you know Karen does not have a good relationship with corn...or rather, it does not like her intestinal system at all. So, when the dinner meal got to our row, the Italian woman got the last pasta and everyone else (about 8 of us) had to deal with the chicken meal. Arg! No, Karen did not touch it - it looked horrible. At least the bread and butter were okay and Maciej was nice enough to give Karen his brownie dessert. The crackers didn't go so well either (sesame seeds).
The Venice, Italy airport:
The only good thing about this airport was that they had good chocolate ice cream. For an international airport, they did have signs that were in other languages, including English; however, the signs were misleading and a good number of the people who worked there had absolutely no idea about where to go or how to do it at their own airport!
The Prague airport:
It was such a relief to finally land and know we did not have to deal with another airport for a while. I must say, the Prague airport is much cleaner, the people friendlier and the bathrooms well maintained (especially compared to the Venice airport latrine-smelling bathrooms). Much to our dismay, we found our luggage did not make the trip with us. So, the adventure lives on...
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