Every time we’d mention Ryanair as the means of transportation this year, somebody would as sure as headache say something like: “oh, it’s your first time flying Ryanair? Good luck”. So, was I prepared for the worst trip in history? Well.. kind of, more like scared of it a bit. Yes, buying the new cabin luggage just because they have their own dimensions seems a bit silly and redundant. Running around weighing all the stuff we needed to take with us was a bit like getting ready to be launched into space: picking the lighter of the two USB cords, stuff like that. On the other hand – the plane is new, the cabin crew are normal people, actually friendlier than the valkyries at SAS routes, but again, it’s really hard not to be. Advertisement is everywhere anyways, and you have to buy every single peanut anyway, also on supposedly “nicer” lines. So, yeah, it works.
What I liked the best was the cheerful “ta-ta-da-daaaa!” tune that was supposed to mean: “Unbelievable! We did it again!”
Anyway, we’re in Italy