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My computer clock still says 3:41pm, but it's 9:41pm here in Milano and it's getting dark.

So... I've arrived safely. Yay. So did my bags. Yay.

Montreal -> Frankfurt = 7h30m of being cramped in economy with my dad while mom took the good business class seat (at our urging). I don't think either Pop or I wanted to be anywhere near Mom after 8+ hours without a cigarette. She's scary when she's nicotine-deprived. Meanwhile my tailbone may never recover from the crampedness.

Frankfurt = 3h stopover. We stopped at a restaurant in the airport and had a good breakfast.

Also Frankfurt airport security = way tighter than Montreal. They searched me but good. Montreal was nice about the computer at least. The Frankfurt guy was like "computer out" and stuff.

The flight from Frankfurt to Milano sucked. Sardines, I tell you, we were sardines! More tailboney badness, being forced in that same position for another hour.

Then... a shuttle bus thing from the airport to a stop NEAR our hotel. My parents woke me out of a dead sleep to get me off the bus with them and then we schlepped for like, 10 blocks because we got lost. With all our bags.

And CONTRARY to what my father said, I do not, in fact, have my own room for this leg of the journey. Apparently he reserved one room for three people but neglected to tell me this when I asked him about separate rooms.

So.... I get to deal with both my parents snoring and my mom's smoking. HooRAY.

But at least I have Internet, right? Hahaha, 27 euro per 24 hour period, session limit of, I kid you not, 40 megabytes.

So I'm online 'till this time tomorrow (or thereabouts) and I'll be online on Wednesday afternoon/evening and then that's it until we get out of Milano.

I'm griping, I know, I know, but I've had like, 3 hours of sleep in the last 30 hours.

That said, dinner was excellent -- Italian pizza puts any other imitations to shame.

No photos yet, but I think mom and I are headed to see The Last Supper tomorrow. (Which probably doesn't permit photographs, but I'll be taking city photos anyways.) Then we have the opera on Tuesday, I think -- seeing The Barber of Seville.

Should be an interesting time, at the very least. Will post again soon. Send me more addresses for postcards, if you want them, please! :)

ETA: Er, it seems that everything cool is closed on Mondays. God only knows why. The Last Supper will have to wait until later in the week.

Also, I reread the entire "The Da Vinci Code" while on various planes and buses and in airports today/yesterday, so I was kind of like "OMG COOL I didn't KNOW The Last Supper is in Milan!!!". For I am a dork.

Italy for two weeks as of this Saturday. A week in Milan, then off to Venice for a couple days. To the beach for a couple more. Off to Florence for a couple more, then back to Milan for the last night before our flight.

With my parents. <insert bright grin here> Assuming my mother and I don't kill each other, it should be quite pleasant.

I bought my travel health insurance yesterday (online = lovely) and when prompted for an emergency contact name and number, I started typing in my dad's name and went "no, wait, he's coming with me... and so's Mom..."

That's right, ladies and gentlemen, my baby brother is my emergency contact. (Okay, he's 24, but still.) This still amuses me, and should anything tragic befall me in Italy, I will still chuckle at the thought that the Blue Cross will be calling my brother to inform him of the situation. No matter how much pain I'm in.

I have a stupid amount of things to do -- gotta go downtown and buy a new pair of jeans, buy a backpack, get all kinds of toiletries for two weeks, do laundry and empty out my fridge so that the things inside it do not form a revolution and attempt to take over the world while I'm away.

And yet, I am slug, hear me... well, whatever noise a slug makes.

In other news, today is the day that drsnicket graduates from her residency program! Congratulations! (This, of course, does not mean she is finished working for her residency, I was informed yesterday. But anyways.)

Oh, I nearly forgot, if you want a postcard from somewhere in Italy, let me know -- send me a mail to my primary gmail address (which many of you know is the nickname shiningmoon gave me [at] gmail [dot] com) or to brinshannara [at] gmail [dot] com.

A secondary goal of mine while in Italy will be to see if I can get the hockey scores in under 12 hours from when the games were played, unlike last time, two summers ago, when I was conscious for over 8 hours without knowing who had won the Stanley Cup. GRR. Go Edmonton, for what it's worth.