On my 9 hour flight to Italy, I was seated by the window - beside a middle aged Italian couple.  They spoke no English, so I had no one to communicate with. I figured, for purposes of keepsake only, I would take note of what I would say, had I had an English speaking individual to express my sentiments.  These thoughts are as follows:

• 32A where are you? Please be beside the bathroom... I just drank 24oz of water.  Niiiice, by the bathroom.  Uh -oh, i'm by the window... my seatmates are going to hate me.
• I knew I should not have just eaten half of the sandwich from Panera - God only knows what I will be served at the mile-high cafe. Eating in moderation totally backfired this time.
• Roastbeef, and tortelinni, and a ham sandwich... hmmm, ok.  When on the way to Rome....
• Would I be wrong to give the 2 -year old bambino behind me a dirty look for finding pleasure in kicking my seat back?
• God help me, i'm about to get really rude.
• 67 rows on the plane, and my row is the one row with technical difficulties.  No movies? Are you serious...
• Man - I bet that dude is enjoying the Pursuit of Happyness.  Dammit.
• Is this really Diet Coke? OMG, I'm in love.
• Sweet, my seat mates are taking a potty break, here's my moment.
• And there goes my laptop battery - at least that means i'm 3 hours into my  flight.
• Mmmmh, more Diet Coke.
• [Watching the Skymap] - Casablana, nice.  Wonder why I never thought to watch that movie?
• Oh wow, someone is stuck in the bathroom.  That sucks.  I wonder if they know to pull when exiting?  Maybe I should tell them.
• 4 hours and 53 minutes to go, nap time.  Hope I wake up for sunrise, I promised to take pictures.
• Maybe I should wait for the nap, and go back to studying my Italian... nope... naptime wins.
• Odd, something jolted me out of my sleep - but being on a plane with hundreds of people, I suppose that's to be expected.  Ahh - sunrise.  Hellooooo Bay of Biscay.
• 56 minutes til touchdown... progress is good.
• Hello Rome.  Piachere.