As my transatlantic flight neared Rome, a huge full moon lurked over the predawn suburbs. An omen I wondered? Precursor of things--fortunate or be-damed? Indeed. Both, turns out.
All had gone well enough so far, I suppose, if a last minute schedule snafu on Charles's Toronto flight and an unissued return ticket for me hadn't muddied the otherwise reasonably calm Alitalian waters.
But from Rome on, a certain Comedia del Arte of travel ensued... First the expected late flight to Florence (fog, you know...) followed by missing baggage (who needs more underwear? Hopefully, it will arrive today.) And, a rather comical run-in with Bruno, the sunny, drug-sniffing dog who identified one of my carry ons as suspect.
The sweet Italian security lass asked solemnly (as if addressing her mother) whether I understood that Bruno had sniffed "DRUGS, Madam!"
I smiled, and shook my head (somewhat wistfully) when she asked, further, if I had hashish, Mary-je-wanna or something else stashed in there.
Her supervisor gave me a "you've got to be kidding" look, laughing at the attention Bruno was paying to a bottle of Omega 3 capsules unearthed by the girl.
"He must be on a health kick," says Senore Security, waving me on.
Packing up, finally on my way, I'm thinking "That old devil moon."
Now, pray with me to the lost luggage gods...
You do have a rather suspicious look about you Brenda ... I love this post.
Posted by: Bobbbyg | 01/11/2012 at 01:55 PM
Those Omega-3s are potent. Have you ever had one bust open? The word pungent comes to mind. Don't blame Bruno ... he'd probably love to chomp down a few!
Posted by: A Facebook User | 01/10/2012 at 03:55 PM
One would never wish for luggage to be misplaced, but on the upside there's never a better reason to go shopping!
Posted by: RD | 01/10/2012 at 02:50 PM
Hope you get your luggage.... amazing photo!
Posted by: A Facebook User | 01/10/2012 at 09:21 AM