Who does not like to travel? Adventures are sometimes precisely the missing part, for the search for which the long fees are not needed – just leave the house. But I went further – I flew away to Spain for half a year.
Those adventures happened firstly on the day of departure, January 25th. Flight St. Petersburg – Paris was delayed for an hour. The plane arrived at the airport 40 minutes later and refueled another 15 minutes. Fortunately, the reserve was 3 hours at the dock, so I relaxed and happily swallowed lunch, and a small bottle of red wine erased the remnants of doubt.
We landed, oddly enough, on schedule. I met the guys who were sitting one row behind me. Dima and Veronica flew the same route, and we spent time together at Charles de Gaulle airport. A small dinner in a Japanese restaurant, where the colorful plates on the ribbon do not attract their price. But even this did not spoil the impressions of new acquaintances.
I was in Madrid late in the evening. Having passed the control and endless corridors, I only wanted one thing – to take my luggage and go home. But … there was no luggage. It was lost in Paris, said in the letter dropped me on e-mail. Great, I thought and went to make a statement about the loss.
Coldwater flows continued in the subway. Rather, first I had to spend about ten minutes searching for him, and only then find out what taxes are taken at the airport. 7.5 euros for a trip to the house, because 1) you need to buy a card for 2.5 euros; 2) pay the fare; 3) pay 3 euro airport. Robbery!
Good news, however, was also this night. It was warm outside, I quickly got to the house and the owner kindly waited for me and showed everything. An exhausted long way, I crawled under the blanket and closed my eyes. In a dream, as expected, failed almost instantly.
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