we made it. we made it and all our baggage made it too. i'm calling it a success so far!
where do i even begin? i feel like i have enough stories for ten blog posts so far but i'm going to try to sum it up. the flight over was fabulous. we flew direct from jfk to milan. my least favorite part of all the many, many hours of it was probably the traffic in brooklyn when we were within an hour of jfk. anders was over it. and honestly so was parker. in the stop and go traffic, the poor kid started to feel sick (carsickness is not new with him) and before we knew it he had thrown up right on himself. saddest. i had gotten him and anders matching pajamas for the flight over and they were already in them. his first words after he threw up, "but my pajamas were the same as anders!" it broke my heart. we cleaned him up, had a change of clothes--a whole suitcase full of clothes, actually--and proceeded. but, it wasn't the best start. once at jfk, it was pretty smooth sailing (flying) until our destination. anders and parker both slept most of the way, while the rest of us caught a few moments here and there (the many movie options were too enticing for william or lindsey to close their eyes for too long!). it was a 10:20 pm flight.
so, there we were in milan, at noon their time but feeling like we were in some weird time-warp-middle-of-the-night thing. parker knew we were in italy and anders thought we just woke up in a place that looks and sounds a little different from home. we tried to be the tough and resourceful travelers and we began walking to our hotel--mind you, our phones weren't working yet--without any real sense of where it was. steve says he knew, but between you and me, i'm not so sure. there we were, asking questions and hauling way too much luggage (we actually did okay luggage wise, but will be doing even better when we can drop some off at our home base). so, luggage is rolling, and we are hot and tired, and i'm cursing steve for buying that stupid $70 luggage at marshalls that does not look like it's going to hold up for much more of this. anders is off and on crying and so i'm off and on nursing while we're off and on walking. "200 meters that way!" the italians who helped us were so kind, but do you really have a sense of what meters are? i don't. gimme the "it will take you and these three hundred pounds of luggage approximately sixty two minutes to walk there so call a taxi now." that's what i want to know.
(side note: i hate going to other countries and forcing them to speak my language.)
we made it so far, we got so close, when anders was just over it. i really hate to push him past his breaking point just because he's so nice about it. his threshold is really high, so you feel like a real jerk taking advantage of him. the kid had traveled for what felt like days already. let him get in a real bed!
so we grabbed a taxi. and the man laughed because... we were like 1 1/2 minutes from our hotel. okay, maybe 2 with our luggage.
did we still want that taxi? yes we still wanted that taxi.
steve basically ran-walked beside the taxi with the stroller and still beat us maybe?
was it worth the 10 euros? it was worth the 10 euros!
so there we were at our hotel and happy to be there.
and now we're in tremezzo and i'm going to share more later because that's enough for now and it's 3 am and i can't sleep but really should be trying to sleep.