...we leave for the airport with Krzysiek, manage to miss one exit but still make it on time
...I am shocked to find airport ID checks have been brought back for intraSchengen flights as I get asked for ID both in Paris and in Rome
...I am not surprised to find a Roman airport janitor making his way through Fiumicino on a Segway looks no less stylish and suave than an Armani model on a catwalk
...to my shock, awe and disbelief my coffee starved body is denied its morning capuccio dose at an airport cafe because "la machina is a-broken" and offered a decaf (!!!) instead
...I pick up my dad from the other airport, to which I get surprisingly on back country roads among fields of rape and corn and until 100m before the airport itself there are no signs pointing to it
...I once again love the Italian driving style - personal, hot blooded, emotional but never boring; hell, some girls here have more balls behind the wheel than many Belgian guys;
although I do notice that the use of turn signals on the freeway is illegal, or possibly just heavily discouraged or frowned upon, because nobody seems to do.
...I realize that although in the rest of Europe a latte macchiato and a cappuccino are almost the same in terms of how much coffee they contain, in Italy macchiato is almost pure milk, as a result of which I need to order another coffee after that, this time a real one :)
...in relatively cold weather and pouring rain we make it to Montecassino, roughly halfway on the road to Naples and with some difficulty locate our B&B
...we have the first pizza, me experimenting on something called Pizza Gateau, which contains...ham and what looks like pieces of fried potato pancake or Polish bread crumbs with butter...Deserts, however, are splendid. And the whole bill at €25 (two giant pizzas, two liters of water, two desserts and a capuccio) is a joke