31 October 2006. What a long strange trip it's been. We finally arrived in Venice after almost 24 hours of traveling. I slept like a dream from Washington to Boston and played in the lunge during our three hour lay over at Logan. I charmed the pants off of the lounge receptionists, who insisted on taking me and putting me to work, helping them greet the other lounge guests. Gran, who always warns mommy not to let other people touch me, would have died. Mommy planned to nurse me as soon as we boarded the plane in hopes that it would lull me to sleep and I would be conked out for the rest of the flight. That is where the fun began.
We were sitting in the very first seats of the plane, so literally everyone aboard Alitalia 619 saw mommy's milkmakers in one state or another. Normally, modest mommy would have been mortified, but it is a sacrifice she was willing to make if it meant eight hours of sleep rather than eight hours of screaming. It worked, too; I promptly passed out...until mommy tried to put me in my bassinet. I was having none of it. Daddy wouldn't work either. It was mommy or blood curdling tears. After she resigned herself to this small fact, I slept like the baby I am until we arrived in Milan. After a two-hour lay over there,a one-hour flight to Venezia, and a one-hour boatride, we finally arrived at our hotel. Whew.
We spent the rest of this first day abroad trying to recover and just strolling around near our hotel. We went to Piazza San Marco and saw all of the pigeons flocking to people and landing on their heads. W would have gone crazy! I managed to go to sleep at 6:00 and woke up only once for a midnight snack. I am truly an international bebe.
We were sitting in the very first seats of the plane, so literally everyone aboard Alitalia 619 saw mommy's milkmakers in one state or another. Normally, modest mommy would have been mortified, but it is a sacrifice she was willing to make if it meant eight hours of sleep rather than eight hours of screaming. It worked, too; I promptly passed out...until mommy tried to put me in my bassinet. I was having none of it. Daddy wouldn't work either. It was mommy or blood curdling tears. After she resigned herself to this small fact, I slept like the baby I am until we arrived in Milan. After a two-hour lay over there,a one-hour flight to Venezia, and a one-hour boatride, we finally arrived at our hotel. Whew.
We spent the rest of this first day abroad trying to recover and just strolling around near our hotel. We went to Piazza San Marco and saw all of the pigeons flocking to people and landing on their heads. W would have gone crazy! I managed to go to sleep at 6:00 and woke up only once for a midnight snack. I am truly an international bebe.
The View from Our Hotel Window
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