The arrival in London at 5:30 has the same magical flavor of civilizations' but this time I did not even have time to make the traditional breakfast with a latte and muffin da Costa. I counted the minutes and another plane bound for Gatwick airport in Sardinia. I have approximately 3 hours to get to Wimbledon to Heathrow, get home, put some things in your suitcase and leave for the airport south of London.
The race against time is going very well and the driver chosen for the occasion, once explained the emergency room, interpreted literally my instructions, flying from one point in the city 'to its final destination, the desk Easyjet to Olbia ... perfectly on time!
Again uses the two-hour flight dozing. There are more and more 'tired and think that I travel to 24 hours after flying in a helicopter and three airplanes makes me laugh.
I open my eyes just when you start to see the coast of Sardinia and since then there 's just magic. There is awakening more 'sweet, no more call' strong.
From this moment on I felt as if I had let it slip from the chute more 'steep the best' scary and exciting water park the world. From the moment I joined my father at the exit of the airport of Olbia, at the moment I closed the door to the Imperial Suite at Gologone (the wedding night), the speed 'of my life reminded me of the' Enterprise in speed when it enters' excessive.
In a word ... WOWWWWWW!
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