Saturday, I went over the local crag, set up a rope, did a
few climbs, packed the Peugeot, and decided to take the slow road back to
Milan. I stopped at every village, got out walked around for an hour, read
my book, then drove for a little longer.
It took all afternoon and was very interesting. But, when I got to the airport, since
my flight was not until the next morning, I could not check in, so was forced
to take my large bags to the adjoining Sheraton, ate a pizza, and prepared for
the wonderful 9 hour and 5 hour flight back to Utah.
olive tree, outside the church
Ivrea graffiti 
Malpensa airport art installation
and the mostly vacant airport (left) and JFK (right), so happy, everyone spoke English
Wow, sounds like a fun trip. Did the people speak german? I could've translated for you!
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