The Terminal

International Airport LAX. My girlfriend is beautiful - I mean my wife. She had to leave her wedding ring at home for fear of losing it and spending the rest of her days in Europe searching for it desperately. Either way she's not happy without it even for a minute. However, we found her a travel ring and band while we were in Santa Cruz last month. She said she's fine with it while we're in Italy.

I've been accidentally calling her my girlfriend for the first time in more than a year. I believe this to be because it's the first time in more than a year she's been with out her engagement ring.

This is what I call a legitimate trip, honeymoon, holiday with my wife..me..weird. I realized today that I quite enjoy coming across as a slightly seedy character. My wife says I have a sweet soul, but I'm a criminal at heart. I agree.

The international airport is a straggly comforting place. People from around the world all eating, smiling and acting polite. If the world were an airport (at least an LA airport) who knows? We might all get along nicely. If you can get through airport security, you can get through anything I suppose. Of course I'd love to get through with something I'm not suppose to have. It's the criminal in me.

My girlfriend noticed right away that the international stewardess uniforms are strikingly more fashionable than the domestic ones -- intricate scarves, veils that connect to berets, posh skirts and ties (and my wife agreed). Kind of feels like a competition. So far Germany wins followed closely by Sweden and China. My wife (I mean girlfriend) is wearing skin-tight floral leggings, which I love. I try my best to discourage her from wearing anything too loose. It's sacrilege to hide those curves and when it comes to curves, I'm a very religious man (all of Brazil is a church as far as I'm concerned).

My girlfriend's (i mean wife's) father Bob gave me some advice for the trip. He said it's not a vacation unless you get arrested. Her mom told me if any Italian men pinch Megan's ass, don't say anything, it's cultural. Bob agreed with her separately - "just hit him, don't say a word. Nice for him to experience your culture as well."


Whatever happens, my wife, my girlfriend, and I will have a wonderful trip.

~R~

 

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