I never did write in my travel journal for the last day we were in Verona. Probably because we didn’t do much. We walked around, but it was the same places we had been the day before. The old part of Verona is entirely doable in one full day. We had an excellent dinner at a place that served both horse and donkey meat. Once again, we stuck to pasta. Honestly, I’m not a big meat eater, so I’m really not adventurous when it comes to trying different meats.
The trip home got off to a rocky start when the Verona airport got confused about our tickets. Our paper tickets (issued almost a year ago) didn’t match our itinerary, because the flight had been changed by United at some point. So we had to claim our baggage in Frankfurt and check in again at the United counter there. They understood our tickets perfectly, but it was so busy we didn’t get our seat assignments until we checked in to board. And for some mysterious reason, we were upgraded to business class. Oh my. That is how to fly. Lots of alcohol, lots of food, lots of water, lots of attention, lots of leg and reclining room…too bad we had to change planes in Chicago. Due to a lightning storm, the luggage was delayed in coming off the plane. But all of the flights were delayed and we had a long layover, so it wasn’t a problem.
Chicago to LAX was Economy Plus, also better than regular coach, and I’m not sure how we landed there, either. By the time we flew into San Luis Obispo we had been up for 24 hours, with only a few cat naps on the planes. My mom’s luggage showed up in SLO, but mine didn’t. Luckily, it arrived the next day. I think it was scared of the lightening and hid in Chicago for awhile.
So that’s the trip. The jet lag took a few days to get over. Unfortunately, I’m back to work and the trip is only a memory now. But oh, what a memory.
