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Low-cost, increasingly expensive trips

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Last Sunday I took a plane at the Girona airport that transported me to Dublin. Air traffic is exciting today; the airports already look like the mouth of the subway, with crowds of people up and down, coming and going, talking, walking, shopping, consuming. The vital rhythm of the human being accelerates, in fact it has been and will be so, questions of the always questioned but totally inevitable progress. And is that traveling is getting cheaper, or maybe not?

What I was saying, I fly Girona to Dublin after a short but intense stay in Barcelona. Intense because life must be lived with intensity, right? Wherever it is. Short because it was only 3 days under the long-awaited Mediterranean sun. Three days, so a small backpack as hand luggage was more than enough for a couple of pieces of light clothes and little else. Great! There is nothing better than travel light. I connected to the website of Ryanair, the low cost company from which I bought the ticket to Dublin, I went to the section of Check in on line and I printed the ticket. In this way, I was not only going to avoid the check-in queues of suitcases but I would also have priority to board the plane (by the way, why will it be called boarding if you don't go by boat?)

Anyway, I was sitting there, watching people come and go, waiting for the hostesses to give the order to get us all in line. Relaxed and calm, I debated internally where I was going to sit. Window? total, if it is night, I will not see much ... hallway? the hostesses and their carts of gin-tonics without ice at 8 euros will not stop beating ... Nothing, that in the middle of my interesting debate came the hostesses and quickly formed two rows, one for the passengers with boarding priority and another for the rest. Without hurry and with all the pachorra of the world, with my backpack on my shoulder, shirt, shorts and flip flops (official clothing of my trips) I managed to place myself in the middle of the queue of travelers with priority. The flight attendant began her routine inspection of tickets for those in my queue, making sure that we all 'deserved' to be in it.

One by one everything seemed correct, until it was my turn. "Sorry, you have no priority" (You? The first thing I thought. 'You can tweet me beautiful' I was about to tell her) “How not? If I printed the ticket at home! ” I replied. "Yes, but this has changed, Now even if you print your ticket at home you have to pay to have priority“.

There the conversation ended and with crestfallen eyes I set out to start my way to the end of the queue, not the tail I was in, but in the other! one that was still longer and that would begin to circulate in second place. “If you want to go to the other queue at the same height you are in, I don't care” the poor flight attendant whispered at the sight of my desolation. But no, honesty and respect for the rest of the travelers above all, I did not slip, my dignity above all. Anyway, I stood at the end of the queue and thought 'well, it is no longer necessary to make a decision between hallway or window, because I will have to sit not where I want but where I can' and is that the one who does not comfort is Because he doesn't want to. I began to imagine next to who was going to touch me; probably in some middle seat, people traveling alone tend not to sit right next to another lonely traveler, they prefer to leave a seat in between, curious reluctance to approach each other today ...

Finally I ended up sitting in an aisle seat, with the hostess cart touching the balls every 5 minutes (these Irish are what isn't there, the gin tonics without ice at 8 euros came and went as if I was in The Top House), but with the luck of having fallen next to a nice couple of young Catalans who had travel through Ireland for 10 days.

Logically I answered as many questions as necessary commenting my impressions on Ireland, its culture and its traditions based on my experience, and how I did not invite you to visit Viajablog, Although it was not necessary! To my surprise (well, humbly, maybe it shouldn't be such a surprise because more and more of you read and participate in Viajablog) had already passed by and told me that they had taken many notes for their trip, imagine my happy face and satisfaction! And that is the true spirit of Viajablog, its pure and most valuable reason for being.

Anyway (and this time I really finish), that low-cost trips are becoming more expensive. Soon we will have to pay to have priority in the priority queue, or sure that something else is invented by Michael O'Leary and his henchmen. And it is that the price of oil rules, and unfortunately the planes do not move thanks to hydraulic or wind power (for now), so it will be better to accept it and save on other things to continue doing What we like in Viajablog, keep traveling.

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