My flight was delayed by three hours. Thank God I was in first class....well worth the 200,000 mile price tag. After I decontaminated my seat, I opend the bag the airline provides for you containing a pillow and blanket. I couldn't help but to think, " Do they really clean these blankets or do they just fold them after every use and place them into a sealed plastic bag creating the illusion that they've been sanitized?!" I asked myself this question because I found a hair on my blanket and it wasn't mine! Ah yes, flying is such torture for a germaphobe like myself. I won't even go into what type of thoughts popped into my head as I laid my seat flat and proceeded to fall to sleep with my skin touching fabric that God only knows what's been spilled and spit up on, or even worse. Flying offers some of the most amazing people watching. How about the woman having a speaker phone conversation on her cell while we were waiting to take off. Better was the drunk (or high) guy that got kicked off because he was scaring passengers and smoked an e-cigarette. Seriously, what's wrong with people?! The chick sittong next to me had like 5 trash magazines. I bummed the Us Weekly off her. Too bad the only thing she got from me was to be kicked mid REM when I crawled over her to go to the bathroom. Speaking of my fellow cubbie comrade, there's something strange about sleeping next to a complete stranger. I mean think about it, this woman slept closer to me than my husband does every night. When we arrived in Milan I felt like should hug her goodbye and tell her that I'll never forget our flexeril induced night together.

When I got to the hotel I slept for 5 hours. I was exhausted. Ron and I walked around the shopping district in Milan then had a beer at an outdoor cafe. Most places only have Moretti on draft which is fine by me because it's yummy. Ron arrived on Friday so he scoped out the restaurant scene for us. He found a place for dinner but we chose an alternate location because I am against eating anywhere that has their menu displayed in a frame out front that is as large as I am tall and in 4 different languages. I explained to him that Angelo (owner of Hostaria Piave) told me NEVER to dine at an establishment that has the menu in the window and in English. The sweet husband that he is obliged and let me find a spot. We decided upon Ristorante Del Drago. We ordered the Caprese, Bresaola and ravioli with cream sauce. Yes you heard me correctly, CREAM SAUCE. I have decided to eat, drink and be merry for the next two weeks. Yes Sash, I have been repeating it over and over in my head. I will say, the portions here are enormous. The waiter tried to convince Ron and I into ordering a plate of pasta each. I may be "chanting" but I knew better than to order that much food. The mozzarella here is off the charts good....puts Eataly's s*** to shame.

Well, I have been up since 2 AM, it's 4 now and I'm heading to the gym. We're off to collect our car at the airport then drive to Piedmont for a VIP wine tasting, tour and lunch at Marchesi di Barolo in Piedmont. Both the car collection and subsequent exit out of the city and the wine tasting should be an experience. Stay tune