Flight

     I’m sitting on a Boeing 737 on my way to Bergamo airport. I’m going to Italy for a week, my dad’s going to stay for a month but is planning to spend much of his time working, now that to me doesn’t seem to make sense, who decides to go to a nice holiday location and instead of spending their time there taking in the sun and relaxing before returning to wet and miserable Ireland, spending that time cooped up inside with a pile of papers and a laptop. I do understand the idea of trying to get away from people and distractions for a while but he’s going to a beach and one of his friends doesn’t live far away from where we’re going, in Milan. It just doesn’t seem logical, but hey, I’m not complaining I get a holiday to Italy out of it. We’re flying in on Ryanair but I can’t on my way back because I’m still, just, under 16. This makes me ridiculously happy because I hate Ryanair with all my heart, almost all other airlines, at least pretend to, care. I could give you a never ending list of reasons on why I hate Ryanair but they’re not worth my time. I quite enjoy flying but not with Ryanair. I love Scandinavian Airlines and no, it’s not just because I’m from Scandanavia, it’s because they’re pleasant to fly with, no stress really and when we were stranded because of snow a few years ago they sent us to a 4 or 5 star hotel until we could fly again. SAS are more expensive but I think it’s worth it. We’ll see what I think when the moneys coming out of my own pocket but at the moment that’s my opinion. I’m going to head now and read a book or something, the laptop is about to die. I’m not sure when I’m going to have internet access so it might take a few days to post this.

       Goodbye my munchkins,

       Ruska