Breakfast buffet at the hotel. Not as good as Bellagio by a long shot. I think I'm too anxious to be on the road now to enjoy being here. A shuttle takes us the short trip to the airport. We try to arrange our seats and boarding passes with the airline counter in Milan. It becomes a "whatever" decision and we head for our gate. Big mistake! I will never fly again without knowing exactly where my seat is. And I will only fly with an aisle seat. First flight we didn't even get seats together, we both got window seats and that enabled me to see and sketch the beauty of the alps below.
We cross the Alps going from Milan to Frankfurt.
The long flight of 10 hours we were the two middle seats in a section of four seats. Neither of us could get up without disturbing a man on either side of us. I really was having trouble imagining how I would survive the claustrophobia of this situation. Food and three movies and I survive the ordeal. It took us a long time to get from the international gates through security to Air Canada to get boarding passes for Central Mountain Air to Comox. It was the longest connection trek of the trip both going and coming back.
We are home and Bob is there to meet us. Comox to Comox and a wonderful 16 days in between.
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