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Thursday Night (in Italy)
2000: Nico was dropped off at "spa" where he was feeling rather brave all things considered. No growling, no meowing, no hissing...even with a little boy calling him "she" and really wanting my not so much a lap kitty to be a lap kitty. When the boy learned that I was going home to visit and he'd have my cat until Halloween, I was told "okay, go."

Giants won! And my internet was reliable enough to feed me the entire game via GameDay. Woohoo!

Packed. If you want to call it that.

Short nap.

Friday Morning (in Italy)
0300: Alarm went off. Expected Nico to tell me to get up. He didn't.

0400: departure from house because without Neeks there, it's just a really large boring place to be.

0500: Naples Airport- with lots of folks. Stuck on bus outside of plane due to system failure. Sweltering heat. AC turned on while it's raining outside.

Sprinted through MUC airport after bus with heat on dropped us off.
Quadripled screened by security as they are making their last call.
Made it to flight and the attendants accuse of me of having too big a smile of my face. "Hey, I'm going back to the states- what's not to smile about?"

FOREVER LONG FLIGHT. Lots of movies to watch. Lots, especially when you don't feel like sleeping more than 45 minutes.

Spotted a mini green lady in the water welcoming me to the USA.

Newark custom's guy told me the Giants got lucky; I told him we'd take it and oh, by the way? Grand slams aren't just luck as my stamped passport was returned to me.

Found gate.
Got in line.
Turns out it was the wrong flight...really there was no room for me on that one to get to SF a tad earlier?!

Friday Night & Early Saturday Morning (in Italy)
Slept from NJ to CA with the exception of hourly wake ups which I dealt with by eating a few Junior Mints before seeing what I could out the window. BTW. Huge body of water out there maybe one of the Great Lakes?

Landed in SF! Late. Because really, why would any of my flights be on time?

Found gate. Plane wasn't there. Listening the grumblings of folks around me they had all been "awaiting aircraft" for a while and also dealing with delays. Checking the board (again, for the 5th time) I saw the gate changed.

Found new gate.

Sat at gate. And sat a bit longer watching people rush up asking if the Monterey flight was boarding yet. Nope. No plane.

Plane finally shows up. Thank goodness it showed up before any fog!

Landed in Monterey and found my parents. Okay, they found me first, but I'd been up for really the past 30+ hours.

Got home.
And now I'm awake.
Why? Oh you know, it's my morning...in Italy.