Time to say GoodbyeNovember 24, 2018 in Jordan ⋅ ⛅ 10 °C
Just a few hours have passed after our farewell party at the Ramada Hotel when the alarm clock goes off: breakfast will await us at 5am, because at 5.30am we will all have to be in the bus ready to leave.
As I feared, the drive to the airport feels terribly short and in a flash we are in front of the well-known Amman airport, ready to say good-bye to our fantastic driver and guides. And for me there's no need to even try to avoid it: even before hugging my beloved chubby driver, tears are already running down my cheeks.
After that, the usual mess...
1) after the security controls I can't find my phone anymore (but only realise it an hour later)
2) our flight is late (how surprising...) and I will almost for sure miss my coincidence for Rome
3) I go through the whole terminal looking for my cell phone, panicking and bother every single policeman I stumble upon... just to realise that my poor phone never left my pocket.
I guess my brain still needs some holiday...Read more