So by 9am on Saturday April 11th we were starting our marathon drive across France to Italy. We would be driving and the traffic would slow to a craw for no apparent reason. We crossed the Alps without difficulty. The weather was grayish and cloudy so it wasn’t ideal for seeing the beauty of the mountains.
We finally got to Italy around 6pm and we were 70km from Milan and the traffic stopped dead on the road. People got out of their cars and party – community event ensued where people chatted, walked their dogs and generally cavorted. We sat there and napped for about an hour since we hadn’t slept much since we left the US. Then we finally rolled past the crash site and there were two violently rolled over and mashed cars with their contents strewn all over the roadway. It was pretty ugly. People tend to tailgate here – maybe that was a problem here too.
We arrived in Milan shortly after passing the crash site and we were happy to be there after 30 hours of traveling. We were very glad to have the GPS, as the street signs are smallish and unlit on the sides of buildings … very difficult to read at the best of times. Luckily, with Lynne navigating (with aid of GPS) and Chet driving, we stumbled our way to our hotel. The Brunelleschi is a very nice hotel, and we had a huge room. They had upgraded us to what was undoubtedly the largest room we’ve ever had in Europe (or anywhere else, for that matter). It was clean and modern, and had a nice balcony. We arrived the day before Easter, though, and the city is mostly shut down. This was good in the respect that we were forced to relax, maybe more than we otherwise would have, and we are both still at the tail end of colds.
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