The beginning
Let's start from the beginning...
This trip is a long (and planned!!!) trip to Italy with me and two of my aunts, Dalia and Cida. Both of them have never traveled this way through Italy (or anywhere for all that is worth). And this is a first chance for them to see how it is to travel around a foreign country without having a "base camp".
For me, their "guide", is an opportunity both to see some things I didn't see the many times I've been here before and also to be in some places I needed to be in the meantime (a friend's wedding and a meeting with my possible future coworker).
This is where everything starts, at the Guarulhos Airport in SP, with the bags packed and ready to go.
First setback. Cida's bag was ripped, so we needed to "bag" it to avoid any trouble during the flight (like losing some content of the bag). So, bag bagged, and check-in for the flight.
Two long queues afterward and we were waiting for our plane. Exceptionally, it didn't delay, so we left for Switzerland (our first stop until Milan) on time.
Nothing to add on that.. long flight, no sleep, as usual.
Highlight: flight on time
Lowlight: Cida's bag ripped.