 Flight Malpensa - Madrid
Flight Madrid - Mexico City
Monday, the 24th of April time 18,00.
We wait faithfully in Malpensa for the boarding to Madrid due at 20:00.
The flight is smooth on the Iberia's airplane (let's keep this among us, but the airline offers scandalous meals, something you could sue someone for); by this time we are used to travelling with the Big Box and we move with ease and coordination among pegs, alleys and mazes spread between us and the check in counter.
Nevertheless, it's always funny when the girls at the counter ask surprised about the content of the Big Box and we peacefully answer "suits".
At that time our counterpart never knows whether to add "swimsuits?" or to ask if I'm going for some kind of a photo report somewhere exotic.
I realize the puzzling and I show the girl a picture of Silen… a funny chit chat starts from here, but time is running out and we board faithfully to Madrid.
Barahas airport is for sure one of the most magnificent and modern airports I ever came to visit in these years; waiting there for nearly 4 hours this time and more than 8 during the return gave me the chance to appreciate many of its peculiarity (Starbuck, that handsome boy from Madrid responsible for the filter, etc.)
Some sort of vocal-music-traditional-folk group of 84 members flies on the very same flight and, well, let's say that while the clock turns to one digit hours before the boarding, they entertain us for long with Hispanic rhythms.
I'm sure that if we were have been in Italy, they had been jailed after 5 minutes.
But we are in Spain, blood is caliente, there's movida, etc. etc. … I am sooooo sleepy, but I don't dare to tell them, the look so happy about their unforeseen concert.
Finally we board and I don't need the three movies available for economy class being boring beyond despair to make me sleep (one for all: Good Night and Good Luck! I had already seen it in my cineforum… Clooney, what did you do? Go back in the alley…); my eyelids drop spontaneously for most of the 11 hours of the flight and Robbberto, sit on my side, doesn't look differently.
 WELCOME TO MEXICO
We land shiny and safe in Mexico City exactly when due; it's 7:00 am…
After getting the luggage back, we made like a tree and got (cit. Back to the Future) out of the arrival lounge finding there a real good welcome committee ^_^
Thanks to her huge "Benvenuti a Mexico" (Welcome to Mexico) sign she can't go unseen, so we finally know also her boyfriend Mario "let me check" Vargas, who in the next two weeks would have been our official translator and interpreter, and the amazing Daniel, our personal chauffeur and security chief.
We come to know, not without some dismay that our duties start immediately.
Before going to our hotel, the Mayaland (something that in Italian sounds like "Pigland"), Canal Once is waiting for me to be a guest in their TV Show Ensalada Cesar, that has nothing in common with the famous McDonald's salad.
Useless to say, they want me in cosplay.
Something simple… Sailor Pluto.
Let it be! I change in the TV's changing rooms and I get ready for my live interview *_* followed by a singing performance of "Go Cosplay", while drum players entertain us with a wonderful and strictly live performance.
After the bunch of ritual pictures taken with cameramen and people of the staff, I come to meet even an Italian student who's stranded there thanks to the Erasmus program.
Being good Italians, we take pictures together like we were lifetime friends.
After lunch and a stop in the not so worthy jacuzzi of our hotel room, we go for a first time sightseeing of Mexico City.
We visit the building where the most famous painting of Diego Rivera, the turbulent husband of Frida Kahlo, is kept, the monument to Benito Juarez, formerly president of Mexico, the House of Azulejos, a colonial style building richly decorated with wonderful white and china blue tiles, and the Arts Museum, a wonderful building in Art Noveau that stands in the center of a magnificent square.
After dinner, tired to our bones, we go to sleep, not minding the jet lag. |
