#air-travel-disruption

#air-travel-disruption

The shower wasred marble, moodily lit. How long I spent there, scrubbing away airplane grime and jet lag with a bar of Guerlain soap, I have no idea. By the time I'd arrived in Rome and checked in to my suite at the Orient Express La Minerva, the magnificent flagship of the brand's new hotel portfolio, time had melted like a Dalí clock.

The airport was not designed for snow like this. The pilot said it himself over the intercom as our plane stood there, motionless. The pilot repeated himself an hour later. Then another hour later we finally made it to the gate. I think it was an hour. I sat there in soft, blurry, jet-lagged state, thoroughly exhausted from the overnight journey from Salt Lake City, dozing in and out of consciousness.