Finally boarding to Venice.
I went up to the desk and asked about a postal box before leaving the country, the woman at the desk smiled and offered to mail it for me. Then she switched me to an exit seat.
I remembered the spare barcelona metro tickets, and gave them to her, which she really appreciated. At that point the line had grown exceedingly long. So she slipped me in to the front to board the bus to the plane.
Her few small acts of kindness brightened my morning after sleeping in the airport last night, not an entirely positive experience. Hopefully I have a similar experience as my first flight - I fell asleep during oxygen mask, seatbelt routine and awoke as everyone was bustling to get off. I had no idea where I was for a moment, and I needed to confirm what airport we were at.
The stewardess had let me move once the doors closed for takeoff, so I was in the front seat, and thus first off the plane, always very satisfying.
It's like that one time when my luggage came out in the very first spot on the carousel! Another time I was first, and last, which was far less fun.
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