Forget Paris

At least that's what we were thinking after our brief, but action-packed four hour stay. We had hoped to make the most of being in another city and training to The Eiffel Tower for a quick picture to say we were there. However, a nice man at the Delta counter solved our problem. We realized if we got on the flight to Milan we wouldn't make it to Venice on Friday night. The last train out was only an hour after our arrival time and having already missed a plane we didn't think we could chance it. There weren't a lot of options. Pay $500 to switch our flight to Venice OR... catch an earlier flight into another airport in Milan! Who knew?

I mentioned in my last post that I managed to spill my hot chocolate all over the table, the floor, JP's shoes and even a strangers' white pants. Think tsunami of chocolate. JP and I were on our hands and knees trying to clean up the mess with 700 cocktail napkins. (That was JP, even though he refuses to admit he will have any creative input in this blog because of the name... mainly, "the sisterhood".)

I'd like to say the only reason I spilled my chocolate is because of a jarring gun shot inside the airport. But, we were already cleaning up the mess when that happened. Why a gun shot in the airport? Apparently, some celebrity or dignitary whom we've yet to determine was arriving at the airport and everyone had to move from their location so the armed guards could secure the perimeter. The guards impatiently asked us to move ourselves and leave our bags where they were. Let's just say all the commotion was too much for preggers to handle.

A MINUTE IN MILAN
Fashion, fashion, fashion!!! It is true... it's a fashion mecca. The people are beautiful just like their clothes and shoes. I loved people-watching.

We are officially Venice bound!!!!