Landing on the Moon

It was a cold day when Monique and I landed in Rome…

It was disappointing to see that the airport was far off from the city itself… much like Denver’s airport, all I could see was farmland and countryside. We had to go through security again and it was quite a contrast to see how much common sense the Italian airport security officers use after dealing with the dumb-ass American airport security for so many years since 9/11.

No need to take off your shoes or walk through a full-body scanner…

“What’s in the box, sir?”

“A computer.” She halfheartedly looks at the box. “OK, carry on…”

We walk through some nice-looking parts of the airport… And we keep on walking until we reach what must have been the Rome Airport basement. The terminals list off some forgotten corners of the world… in fact, I’ve already forgotten the other countries that were listed, except Albania and, oddly enough, Ireland.

We sit down and wait. People watching, I observe two old men dressed rather nicely and talking very animatedly. “Those are Albanians,” Monique tells me. I also see some older women dressed kind of like Mother Theresa… more Albanians, I am informed. Soon, we are boarding the plane and we hand the Italian our boarding passes.

“Rejected! Monique Al-var-ez, rejected!”

I was also rejected. Not understanding a word they are saying, we are motioned to stand aside. The airline officer is clicking and typing on the the computer keyboard very rapidly. “What could this be?” Monique and I ask each other. Apparently, they forgot to add our luggage on the boarding passes… or something like that. Finally, we are allowed to get on the shuttle.

Despite being so early that we waited in the terminal for over an hour, it’s a mad dash to get us to the plane on time…

I begin to wonder if they are going to drive us to Albania, when we finally pull up to our little plane at a screeching halt. Monique and I run up the stairs and confirm with the flight attendant that the plane is going to Tirana. He looks at us strangely.

Why? Well, it’s only a guess, but it might be because we were the only non-Albanians on the flight.

Ocean, beaches, beautiful snow-capped mountains…

This was the view out my window. Next thing you know, we landed on the moon…


  1. Ilka Flood on February 11, 2012 at 9:34 AM

    Hey Derek,

    Very nice! Is there more? I love your writing style. By the way, what are you guys doing in Albania?

    Have an awesome and most of all safe trip!


    • Derek Alvarez on February 12, 2012 at 4:19 AM

      Hi Ilka,

      I just started writing this blog. I’ll be posting more articles and my art on here.

      What are we doing in Albania? The simplest answer is we needed to do something drastically different to get in tune with our life’s purpose.

  2. Mom on February 11, 2012 at 9:22 AM

    Keep ’em coming!

    • Derek Alvarez on February 11, 2012 at 10:12 AM

      Will do :)

  3. Monique Alvarez on February 11, 2012 at 10:07 AM

    For a minute I thought “Homeland Security” had finally caught up with me after purchasing 1984! LOL

    • Derek Alvarez on February 11, 2012 at 10:13 AM

      Seriously, I thought maybe the Thought Police had found us out! LOL

  4. Dad on February 11, 2012 at 11:54 AM

    GREAT writing :-)) I always like to hear your take on life’s adventures lol !!

    • Derek Alvarez on February 12, 2012 at 4:22 AM

      Thanks Vernon, Life is way more fun when it’s an adventure!

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