Waiting For A Plane XXX – Fiumicino

It’s been nine years since I was last here, but this airport looks oddly familiar. Or maybe all airports look the same, especially at 6 a.m.

To get here we took a city bus at 5, followed by the airport shuttle. We’re early, but I like to leave wiggle room before a flight. All you need is one traffic accident on the access road and the plane takes off without you. I plan for those. Plus, I know if I want my carry-on to be truly a carry-on, I have to line up early; otherwise it winds up in the hold. IMG_20180404_0641466

It was raining as we arrived in Rome; it is raining as we leave, kind of bookending the visit. In between we had sunshine and warm temperatures – just what you would want. Bad weather on a travel day makes it easier to leave.

The early flight meant that Rome’s congested roads were pretty much traffic free as we headed for the airport. The drawback is that my schedule for sleeping and eating is now out of whack. There was no time for breakfast before catching the bus. I suppose I could find something to eat here, but I like a leisurely breakfast and airports don’t seem relaxing. Plus, I’m naturally frugal. We have food at home and should be there in time for lunch. It won’t hurt me to miss a meal.

I find the anticipation of a flight irritating. There is a lot of “hurry up and wait.” I want to get to the airport early, but that means a longer wait. I want to get through security early, but that cuts down on the options on how I will be spending my time here once I pass the screening. There are fewer shopping options closer to the gate, though offhand I don’t remember ever buying something at the airport anyway. I want to just get through and get on board. Maybe if I had my own jet I could do that. Somehow I don’t think that will ever happen. IMG_20180404_0809254

So I wait. Maybe I should propagate a new theory: time spent waiting for a plane is not counted towards the days of your life. Does that make sense to you? Do you think God would agree with that one?

Maybe it is fitting that I come up with this theological theory in Fiumicino airport. After all, Rome is the centre of the Roman Catholic Church. Maybe whomever invented the doctrine of purgatory did so while waiting at an airport. Waiting for a flight does seem like you have been placed in purgatory. Or limbo, which is a different theological concept.

Though that can’t be the source: they didn’t have airports back then. I wonder what their equivalent was?

 

Fiumicino Airport, Rome, April 4, 2018, 6 a.m.

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