Flying out of Rome

I'm sitting in Rome's Fiumicino airport and am in awe of how inefficient this place works for international flights.  Here's how the morning has been:

1) Get up early to get to Rome's Termini Station.  They have a non-stop to Fiumicino which is nice.  The floor of the train is about 3 feet above the station platform, which isn't nice if you have heavy bags.  Sure there are stairs, but the door is narrow so you have to lift your bag up and put it on the train before you get on.  I get behind the woman with an 80 pound bag and it takes three people to get her bag up the stairs.

2)  Once you get to Fiumicino, you grab your bags and walk, walk, walk.  Get on a bus that takes you to the back side of the airport for Terminal 5.

3)  In Terminal 5, you wait in a line for someone to verify your passport and ask you the stupid "are these your bags" questions.  Once you say that you haven't accepted anything from anyone else, she puts a sticker on your passport and bags.

4)  Then you get in another line to check in at an automated kiosk.

5)  Then you wait in a line to check in your bags and get your boarding pass.

6)  Then you wait in the security theater (some call it security screening, but it isn't really. . .don't get me started)

7)  Once you get your stuff together after the security screening, you wait in the passport control to leave the country.

8)  You walk through a door and get on a bus to be taken to another part of the airport.

9)  This is one big, round room with 20 or so international gates.  These are the gates that handle the 300+ passenger planes.  There are two places to get food.  Needless to say, getting food is a bit of a chore.  There are so many people you don't know where the line is.  People are everywhere.  I waited in a line for ten minutes when I, and the people in around me, found out we weren't actually in a line to get food.  We were in the line to PAY for food, but we had no idea of what we wanted to eat.  I left, they got in the other line to see what food was available in the display case.

10)  There are three electrical outlets for this entire room.  One is the old three pronged outlet and I don't have an adapter.  The second would require me to crawl on my hands and knees for about 20 feet behind a ticketing booth.  I'm sure security would love that.  I found the third one next to a currency exchange counter.  The guy working there was really annoyed when I asked if I could plug my laptop into it.

I still have about 45 minutes before my flight.  I'm curious as to what I'm going to find next.  All I can say is I'll be glad to be back home so I don't have to deal with the stress of airports.

See you on the other side of the Atlantic. . .

Update:  When I walked back to the gate, there was a scrum of about 200 people waiting to go through one line for the airline to scan your boarding pass (there was a second line only for business and first class).  There was no organization because we were just in line to get on another bus to take us out to the plane.  That made a total of three bus rides AFTER I arrived at the airport.  Each one of them was packed like a sardine can.  We took off and arrived about an hour late.