CIAO from Italia!! It’s taken a few days to get over the jet lag and get a semi-routine going, but Italy is amazing. So amazing it deserves its own blog post, which shall be published in a few days ; ) in the meantime, I had quite the adventure getting there.
The night before I left, I was literally so excited I couldn’t sleep.
It was Christmas. It was better than Christmas. It was like if Christmas was a three month long adventure where I go to a different country where they speak the most beautiful language in the world and I get to teach kiddos English and travel around Europe and eat nothing but gelato and wine for three months.
OH WAIT. That’s my life now.
Today’s the day! I thought. I floated through all the airports, grinning at everyone and telling every single person who even looked remotely interested in hearing about my life that I was going to Italy. Including some friendly pigeons.
After a six hour layover in LAX and a whole day of traveling, the dreaded airport delirium was starting to sink in. I was studying my Italian, taking an embarrassing amount of public selfies for Snapchat and creepily laughing out loud by myself in the airport whilst discussing important life matters with my bffle, like gelato and where we were going to find hot Italians to buy us matching beach houses. Finally, at 11:50pm, I dragged myself out of my social media bubble and faced the real world of cold, hard, cramped plane seats. Bleh.
I was sitting next to an Australian. I love Australians. Their accents, their exuberant personalities, their tendency to always have nice watches, their accents…mmm.
I started chatting to the Aussie and his friend. They were in LA for “musician stuff,” so I figured they were some little garage band that did shows on the side.
Then they casually mentioned being at some music festival…but like being in it. And they recommended me to all of these amazing Italian cities that they’d been to. And then they mentioned doing something with Rob Thomas. Who’s like…kind of a big deal.
Turns out, I was sitting next to the band manager and guitarist for Chet Faker, best known for their remix of “No Diggity,” which I’d been casually obsessed with since last August.
I tried not to act REALLY EXCITED when I found out, but that was also kind of easy because it was 1am and I was rather exhausted. So I fell asleep, and woke up around 5:30am to an itchy throat.
I didn’t want to cough and wake up my band-y neighbors, so I got my water bottle out. Just for reference, this is what my water bottle looks like:
I popped the button to open up the straw and I realized that it was probably pressurized. I held the straw down and hesitated. Then the straw popped out anyway and water literally GEYSERED out of my water bottle like a fountain in Yellowstone, hitting the ceiling of the plane and covering my back in vaguely Emergen-C flavored water.
It kind of happened in slow motion, but I tried to aim it all towards my side of the armrest. No luck.
“What was that?!” the guitarist said, whipping off his eye mask, wiping his head off and looking around with somewhat sleep-crazed eyes. Oops.
“I AM SO SORRY” I said and then went on to apologize for the next three minutes while water continued to drop down from the ceiling onto our heads.
Luckily, he was really nice about it and we landed shortly after.
And then I got off the plane and creeped on them on Insta, and he was def like THE chet faker, not the guitarist, and I’m an idiot.
But at least I made a splash…? ; )