Oh the things we take for granted

Trip Start May 16, 2006
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Trip End Jun 13, 2006


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Tuesday, June 13, 2006

It's just not a day in Italy without sprinting with all our possessions. Unfortunately, we missed the bus and groggily wandered the streets by the station debating what to do next. There is nothing leaving for the airport until 5:52 from the train station. Busses are done until 6am. We ask about a cab and the lowest fare we are quoted is 40 Euro. Typical, plus the guy is not actually driving a cab but a random car. Yeah, right. Do we have "we are stupid Americnas and we want to be kidnapped" on our heads? We decide to wait for the train even though it will be cutting it close.

At the last minute, the train platform number is changed. They broadcast this in Italian, but thanks to our very small vocabulary and the throng of local looking people who have been standing around that are now moving, we catch on and rush to the new platform. The train is running about 10 min behind and we're a little nervous. What can we do but wait? Nothing. We get there, more sprinting, standing in line, checking bags, run to security and realize the lady at the counter hadn't given us boarding passes. Wende runs back to get them and we sit down on the plane in time.

Hours later in London (Heathrow) we have some time to kill again with our 5 hour layover. Food and a bit of shopping later (hooray for magazines in English!) we board for "the long flight". I tried to nap, but because I had slept so little, every time I'd doze off my muscles would jump. At one point, I elbowed the girl with the eye mask next to me who was also trying to sleep. Eventually I gave up and watched movies.

We landed a bit late and had to wait for medics to come on board and help someone. Then immigration, baggage, and customs later, we were greeted by Wende's mom, Mike, and Mike's son Gerry.

Because we were late, Mike had to drag me along to pool night before I could go home and sleep. I ordered food without translating, and my soda came cold and with ice. Ah home sweet hot home.

My house looks huge. My computer sings to me as I turn it on. My itty bitty bathroom looks like luxury. My bed feels like heaven. My kitties love me and missed me. There is cold soda in my fridge and all the cold, drinkable water I could use at my finger tips. I have my washer and dryer again. And an entire wardrobe I'd nearly forgotten. The grocery store is full of fresh meat, produce, and necessities all approved by the FDA and all looking edible. Fruit! Salad stuff! My favorite sushi bar... my favorite local Mexican restaurant... I am home.
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johnwise
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The Sushi Bar
Nice having met you at the sushi bar here in Phoenix and learning of your blog. My only wish would be for more photos. Yes, I visited Yahoo to see them there. I hope that you don't limit yourself to out of country trip blogs only and that you take the time to see and write about Arizona and the places around you. I'm leaving the comment before having read the entries before this as I wanted to first see what your thoughts were after having just returned from Europe.

Take care, hope you enjoy your future travels and the blogging too,

John Wise

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