Our first day

It all began when the immigration officers stopped me to check my passport and engaged me in conversation about how much they would like to go to Australia and start a pizzeria - unfortunately they held up a lot of people who were tired and worn out after an approx 3 hour delay in Abu Dhabi. also on the flight a young man had a seizure in the seat In front of Chris and I. It had been cold on the flight and all the windows on our side of the plane had the covers pulled down to stop the harsh morning sun light coming in. Unfortunately he had opened one up and the crew believed that the bright light may have triggered the seizure. The paramedics came on board at Milan to check that he was okay...so enough excitement for one day...but then...

it took forever for us to get SIM cards. Multiple copies of the contract were made, the contracts had to be downloaded, signed etc and at the end of all that it still hasn't quite worked....I made a few technological errors and so suddenly I found myself on the autostrada bound for Milan centre without a map. Gabriela the lady who's apartment we were meant to be staying at assisted us as best as she could and at times gave us too much info to deal with.....so I came off a ramp way before I should have and ended up lost. Chris helped me as much as she could but she was coming down with the flu and felt really sick. Some really nice Milanese guys helped us out, followed by the two men in a small newsagent where I was forced to buy a map. Even with a map though it was fraught with wrong turns etc. At one point I abandoned Chris to buy the map and was accosted by a gypsy.....all too much...

After countless phone calls and wrong calls we gave up and went to the Sheridan so we could rest!