The orangeish building all the way back is my lovely guest house. This is taken from the turn into the airport. Easy walk!
It looked precariously like I might not get a seat on the
VCE-OSL leg. They were negotiating about whether there were enough jump seats,
even. The US-based airlines may not offer the jumpseat to a civilian
staff-ticket-holder, but Rhiannon’s airline is in the European flight union,
and I am entitled to do it. Not that long of a flight, I’d have been grateful
to get it. But they had two employees deadheading and would not be able to
accommodate me. Ugh!
At the very last
second they released the seat of someone who had shown up with an unsigned passport
(I think – I was eaves dropping on the Italian conversation and my Spanish
allows me to catch much of it, but I could have it wrong.) At any rate they
decided not to give the person the seat and they gave it to me. So … I’m on and
have my own seat. A window seat no less,
so I took pictures of the Alps out my window!
Life is good.
I have a long layover in Oslo – a very, very, very familiar
airport to me. Paid for the lounge and this is where I sit. I have now completed updating the blog - it isn't perfect but there it is.
NOW I'M GOING TO DO MY ENGLISH HOMEWORK.
The gate lady in Venice
said the flight from Oslo to JFK is not as tight so I don’t think I will have
such a stressful boarding period there.
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