Tips, Elbows, and Taps

From Cinque Terre, I took a train to Pisa. I had a short time in Pisa. About a half an hour to literally run to the Duomo to the see the tower and then run back to the train station. I had an 11:25am flight to catch from Pisa to Madrid.

I was flying a new airline, Vueling, which does not have the most space on their planes, probably because most of their flight are under two hours, some only minutes. I really wanted to hit up Spain, but did not like the idea of long train rides up the Italian and French coasts. I simply did not have the time or sanity for the train. So, I scooped up a cheap plane ticket.

Tips, Elbows, and Taps. These are the nicknames I gave to those in the seats around me. I had a running commentary in my head for the entire flight and would talk about my new ¨friends.¨ The man that I nicknamed Tips was for some unknown reason trying his hardest to recline his seat. The amount of reclining he was getting in now way could of made him more comfortable, unless he was getting comfort from comfort bank that was slowly depleting. Then we have Elbows, the lovely woman next to me who maybe was mistaking me pulling far away from her as non verbals for shove your elbows into my arm. Then there was Taps, which was the boy next to Elbows hitting is seat repeatedly which would vibrate the row of three seats. The baby kicking the seat behind me also coined the nickname Taps.

I survived the flight. I am now enjoying España!

JOEL