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My Trip To Italy/Paris- Off Topic + Plus writing challenges:

 Hello My lovelies, This is my personal entry of my trip! 

If you're only interesting in writing tips, skip to the bottom for the fun! <3

~My Trip To Italy and Paris~

The bad Travel Day: 

My mother promised that she would not cry at the airport.  I don't think we had ever spent more than two nights apart before and I knew it was going to be difficult to be away from her for so long. She kissed me and my father goodbye.

She told my father, "Don't lose my baby!" 

 It took three hours to check into Air Canada. My father had a print out of the tickets but they couldn't locate the tickets in their system.  They eventually let us through the airport and we entered airport security.  America prides itself on having one of the best national security systems in the world. The employees at airport security take their job extremely security and if you question one of the rules, they will likely make you miss your flight or they will take you to the back to strip search you!  

And Americans take any threats to national security extremely serious. It's a good rule NOT to joke about terrorism in the airport because an employee will be happy to pull the tazor out of their belt and shock anyone who attempts this! 

Being tazered is a pretty bad start to a travel day.  The entire nation is built on the fact that it offers  EXTREME protection to every traveling citizen.  

Because it took so long to check in, one of the airport employees upgraded the ticket to 'coach' to 'first class' !  I was so excited to fly first class! Only the rich fly first class, right? I mean who in their right mind would pay an extra eight hundred dollars for the same plane ticket? I imagined that first class would have beautiful, spacious seats with a state of the art entertainment system. I imagined that dancers and acrobats would emerge from the eli  and entertain the passengers. I pictured flight attendants serving five course meals with expensive wine! 

 The actual plane could only seat a hundred people and first class looked exactly like coach. And I told my dad, "If this is first class, then I'd hate to see Coach!" 

four hours later, my father and I transferred to our last flight of the day. The actual flight to Italy was miserable. It was an eight hour flight and everyone in the plane slept through the entire flight.  It took five hours to fall asleep. Once I was asleep, the passenger behind me was kind of enough to kick the back of my chair. They managed to kick the back of my chair again and again for the next three hours. 

At least in first class, people don't kick your chair! 

We arrived at the airport at 9:00 Am Roman time. My father and I headed to luggage. We watched suitcase after suitcase appear on the belt, but our suitcases never appear. We wait in a forty minutes in a long line  only to be told that air canada had 'lost' our luggage. The main reason why I wanted to write this post is to trash Air Canada. I have had one of the worst flying experiences with Air Canada.

The woman in front of the lie was screaming, "The air line broke the handle of my suitcase! And I want a replacement!"

The Italian super visor tells her, "You're going to have to get a cart, M'am." 

She pushes through a sea of people and says, "Welcome to Rome, girls!" 

It's so typically of an American to over react about a small inconvenience. And, it wasn't rome's airport that had lost her luggage! It was Air Canada that had lost her luggage. Here she is whining about her ancient suitcase that was probably on the verge of breaking anyway and I have no clothes, except the clothes on my back.