Ah! the distinction, the allure, the romance, the prestige of travel.
If you are ever flying through Rome – Terminal 5 would make certain people from the 1930’s proud – and you are tempted to get a day pass for the lounge … so-called VIP lounge… don’t bother. The Rome lounge used by Delta is a joke. I have a high miles status so I don’t have to pay extra for it… Deo gratias.
After cleaning my area, including the old chocolate of the seat and the angels only know what from the tray table using antibacterial wipes, I am ready for another hopefully boring trans-Atlantic flight.
Don’t worry, you liberal readers out there. I’m in what is now called “Bergoglio Class”.