Category: Italy

Several years ago, I had an opportunity to travel to Italy.  I was travelling with a man and a woman from the company I work. We were on a business trip to visit a supplier for our company.  When we arrived at the airport in Milan, we went to the baggage claim area.  I quickly found my bag and so did the man.  The woman did not see her bag.  We waited until every other bag was claimed and cleared from the carousel.  Still no bag for her.  We went to the lost baggage area and made a claim before we left the airport.  Fortunately for this lady, she had brought a few necessities with her in a small carry-on bag.  We had a business meeting as soon as we arrived. We also had a drive that was at least an hour to get to the town where we were staying.  The lady was able to shop for a few things after we had gotten to this town.

In July of 2005, I spent a week in Lovere, Italy.  We flew into Milan and although I had been told to sleep on the plane, I had very little success.  When we arrived, I was very sleepy and we immediately had a meeting to attend.  I felt bad but was able to function well enough.  After that meeting we had to travel about an hour and a half to get to the city where we were staying.  This area of Italy has very many hills and the roads were loaded with curves.  Our driver was a man named Armando.  Armando was an aggressive driver and spoke practically no English.  When someone cut him off at a toll booth, I swear I thought he was going to jump out of the car and beat the other driver up.  As we weaved through the mountain roads, I was tossed left and right in the van.  The aggressive driving and my lack of sleep started to make me feel terrible.  I never get car sick but I started to get sick from this ride.  It took me a couple of days to recover from this ride.