I wrote more about our first and second days in Rome, our day in Milan, and our journey home. Berck contributed as well, and you can tell when he refers to both of us in the third person. He also wrote this one entirely.
We made it and somehow drove home from the Denver airport after having been up 24 hours straight. Maybe Berck will post some more stuff today.
We’re in Philly waiting for a flight to Denver. Berck is nervous because there aren’t an abundance of empty seats. He’s been checking the availability every chance at Internet we get on our trip. If for some reason we can’t get on the one that’s supposed to leave in 20 minutes (which isn’t at the gate yet), there’s another one in another two hours. This one would be nice to get on because it will get in at 8 something, and we’ll get home in plenty of time to get a good night sleep (so I can go to work…
Don’t believe anyone who says the Italians are bad drivers– they aren’t. In fact, they’re excellent drivers. They sit upright in their seats, they pay attention to their surroundings and are prepared for whatever the road might throw at them. They are active, not reactive drivers. Americans who say Italians drive poorly certainly shouldn’t be driving in Italy, and probably shouldn’t be driving anywhere. Now, the Italians certainly take risks, but they are generally calculated risks. When many of the streets are so narrow that a car and a truck cannot pass without carefully planned maneuvering, merely driving anywhere at…