But, by plane!

It takes 40 minutes to fly to Sardinia from Nice...can you imagine. It seems so exotic, yet is it only 40 minutes away, up over Corsica and down into one of the 2 main cities, Oblia.

The day was a bit challenging. My flight was at 2pm. I got the dogs up to the dog sitter, to Kate's utter dismay. I was very stealth this time and she didn't even realize I was going on a trip.
I ran back and packed. This time, I decided that I was going to not have the whole house sparkling clean before I left, everything ship shape, floors washed etc...like I usually do. I threw caution to the wind. I also permitted myself to use the big suitcase as I had snorkel gear and I thought, ok....why not take your pillow it fits, so I did. I filled that sucker up...with what, I don't know....

It's 94 degrees here. Do I need jeans? 4 bathing suits, and on and on...why do I do it. I can't seem to ever pack light although I have every intention...
so I lug the suitcase out to the car and take off. I had booked a far away airport parking space ( 66 euro for 5 days, it cost 63 euro to take a take from my house to the airport...ridiculous, all 12 miles.)
so I park my car there, but I had booked at 6pm for some reason....and I needed to get in at 12pm. The code would not let me in. I had to ring the bell and talk to the guy....it will cost you 25 euro more...ok, I have to get in so that I can catch my plane. A guy came out to help me in a truck and he ended up driving me to the terminal....however, I glad to pull all of my bags on my lap. So, I sat with the huge bag on my lap.

Now I am running late. I have an "Easy Jet Pass" so I go into a special line to check in, but it was not moving. I could see that my gate was going to close in 10 minutes.
Both lines for Easy Jet Pass ran out of paper in their computers at the same time. I have never seen this before. Finally, I get to the desk and my bag is 4 kilos over...do I want to take something out? I could not imagine what. Where would I put it? They are so strict with carry on that there was no where to put anything. Plus, opening the bag with all kinds of people around...I hate that. So, I said no, charge me....
Well, they hold your boarding pass till you go to another desk and pay the amount then they set you free to go. You don't sent to know how much it cost. Let this be another lesson to me.

I rant to the gate and was the first person on the plane due to my easy jet pass....
The flight was fat.
We arrive in Oblia...it's blazing hot....my bag comes out fine. I wait by the baggage claim for it with all of the French people. It is relatively quiet.
A plane comes in from Rome and all of the people flood past us to their carousel ...it was incredible the difference...highly perfumed, talking loudly and moving fast, like a different school of fish.
Fascinating.
Got my bag, ran to the car rental place which was packed and got in line. The couple ahead of me ( I think unmarried, in their 60's)...American were in a tif....He would not even look at her. She said to him....Just because you don't want to be with me doesn't mean you can't help me with the bags. She was handling it well, he was the type that would not talk and was ignoring her, steaming even more in the 94 degrees heat....It must have been interesting, or painful, when they got into the hot car. I bet there was silence for quiet some time.
This makes me think how great it is to travel alone....no drama. I wish I could find someone to travel with that was light like a cloud and did not hold resentments...but then, I hold resentments, so I would have to be drugged...oh, never mind.

So I get in the blasting hot fiat...black with clack interior but with a sunroof and USB and immediately get lost. The signage is not so good. I got lost 2x and had to forge big traffic to get back.
Very frustrating, but finally I was on my way.