Black Coffee = Espresso
11:59 PM
Good morning Alps!
Probably the only bonus of our red-eye was waking up to this view in the morning. Nothing like the sun rising over the Alps for a wake up call. Waking up only in the sense that we opened the window for the first time and found out it was morning. There wasn't techincally any sleeping prior to this discovery.
The flight was rough, but Winry had it the worst. Similar to when we flew Southwest, the flight attendants on our second AirCanada leg were very strict about where Winry had to be, even threatening to put her down in the cargo if we didn't get her under the seat fast enough. We understand that there are rules and kind of understand why they're in place (for fear of Winry licking everyone to death probably), but is bringing her on board really that different from a parent bringing on their kid? We'd accept the same responsibility and she'd probably, no definitely, cry less.
To end that rant, Winry toughed it out and made it through and we are thankful that we made it safely to our destination. Especially since another passengers first words to us were "Oh, do you eat dogs?" We sat far away from him.
Getting our luggage, through customs, and actually into Milan was a breeze. What I had blocked to take a good three hours was an hour and a half, only because the train ride from the airport to Milan was an hour. We were ushered through customs so fast (without even a glance at the paperwork I had meticulously gathered for Winry) and onto the train, that I was almost giddy with excitement. Yesterday had been so hard and today was so easy!
We had a few hours to waste while we waited for our train to Florence, where we are staying tonight. Walking around felt and looked like New York, except I couldn't undertand any of the people instead of just half of them. Winry is treated amazing here. People laugh and walk up to pet her and officials don't bat an eye to her sitting on our laps in the train station. It's a welcome break from the regulations of the airport.
Winry was set on exploring after her eight hour embargo, so we walked our way to a little coffee shop, where I, the girl who had been learning French the last few months, was sent in to order our coffee. To be fair to Zach, we were taking turns getting things and I was up. This is how I learned that when you walk in and say "Black Coffee" the cute barista girl will make you an espresso and it will keep you awake on your train ride as your boyfriend and dog are passed out next to you.
Ciao for now,
H W Z
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I just love you guys haha. This blog is going to be pretty entertaining ..I can already tell :)
ReplyDeleteXo & safe travels!! -Mary
I am having flashbacks of "The Terrific Text"! Man, I miss that newspaper....
ReplyDeleteYou might be the only one ;)
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