25.06.2015 - 26.06.2015
L clapped along with the Euros when our hunk o' junk landed safely in Roma. Our Alitalia plane was a rickety time machine mess from 1955. There was one screen we squinted to see halfway up the aisle. The legroom was built for Little People. my audio did not work and the flight attendants were phone Nazis and too often interrupted sleep with fundraising speils for "Unee-chef". They deprived us of water.
As did our snack bag of Fonzies during our layover in Rome and our next Alitalia flight from Roma to Milano. This plane was from this century AND we were offered water. The view was spectacular. Piedmont is definitely on our list to visit. We haven't met a wine from there we didn't like.
It is pretty darn cool to deboard the plane and be met by a man holding a sign with our name on it, and holding car keys to whisk us away to Lake Cuomo in his Mercedes Benz.
He missed the exit for Varenna. The tunnels jetted us through the mountains so quickly, he overshot it and had to traverse back along the curvy, cliff-hugging roads. We didn't mind.