Hello world,
It is Sunday morning and it is raining in Cork. I have arrived here on Friday to shoot the new summer collection of an important German fashion brand.
Flash back…
My Irish adventure started in Barcelona with a fantastic 6:20am wake-up call. My alarm clock always rings 10 minutes before the scheduled time. These last minutes of conscious relax are extremely important for my mental health and my harmony with the world 🙂 . Last Friday they helped me to realize that the time of sleep was over, that I had to wake up, take a shower, drink as much coffee as I could (to open the second eye that was still closed) and be in the taxi with destination El Prat airport by 7.30.
Once arrived there, everything goes fine, as always. I was really happy to hear that my small Hello Kitty case could come with me on board as hand luggage 🙂 . Every time I have to catch a connected flight I feel calmer if the luggage is with me. You know…lost luggage…lost&found office…no please. At least not today.
(Please note that in order not to have any kind of problem during my journey, I had already put all my liquids in the proper special traveler’s size bottles, less than 100ml each. So proud of my traveling consciousness!! 🙂 )
I always ask for a window sit, at the beginning of the aircraft, if possible. I love watching out, especially in case of turbulence, I don’t know why, but I feel safer. But this time I opted for a corridor seat; I wanted to feel free to stand up at any time without bothering the entire row or trying to wake-up the sleeping passenger sitting next by making all kind of noise. ‘Seat 23C Madam’. Perfect. This was exactly what I asked for. If I had asked for a window seat in the end I would have gotten a princess seat with the pilot. I am sure.
At the Spanish metal detector everything went fast. I know all the safety procedure by heart. I took off anything of metal and placed them on the belt, together with my laptop, took off the boots, etc. etc. etc. Nobody asked me to take off the liquids from the bag. And since nothing rang when my Hello Kitty bag passed through the belt, I guess that nobody didn’t even suspect that I had some of them in it.
The problems began at the gate: my flight was going to suffer a 1H15m delay due to a technical problem and I remembered that I only had 2 hours between the two connections. That meant I only had 45min left to transfer from Terminal 5 to 1 and pass all the controls at Heathrow. In London I would have had to make a marathon.
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End of Part 1. Get ready…Ahahahhaha 🙂 🙂
Love,
Renata