Some days you can't take it, some days they are just fine. Your co-passengers, that is.
This Autumn flight home was a lucky one (well, besides the delayed train, the neverending queues, the final run to gate 59 etc. etc.).
Today, as a starter, I got 5 very nice Leuveneses (Lovanienses?) who took care of me to make sure we jumped the queue at the security check all together. They also tried to delay the plane so that I would miss my connection and stay in Milan with them to go to the Opera all together. We all made it to the plane eventually, so it looked like a very good start.
After a bit of humans-watching directed to a lovely pair cool daddy-cool boy, ended up with sweet 60+ old elegant couple interested in knowing Brussels stories ("how do they see us Italians in Brussels?" Ahem... next question, please?) and taking care of each other like they just fell in love.
Me, I was just showing off, by pretending to be able to read in sequence: a book in Spanish, the Economist, a Telecom report in French
