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| Our Plane After Landing in Munich |
We both got several hours of sleep on the flight to Munich, which was nice, as it would be a long day. We killed time in the lounge while we waited for our next flight, and it was interesting, as that day there were regional elections underway in eastern Germany. There was a lot of concern -- which was later confirmed as warranted -- as a right-wing party won those elections. It was interesting to hear the color commentary while we waited.
The plane that took us to Milan was a regional jet which, ironically, is the smallest Lufthansa flies. We literally connected from their biggest to their smallest. It was a short flight, and we arrived around 4:30pm. As soon as we landed, I fired up my phone, only to receive an email from Lufthansa saying they had failed to load two of our three suitcases onto the flight from Munich. I was rather shocked at how old the airport was, and it had a much more second-world look to it that I expected. Katherine waited for our one bag (with her things) while I hiked quite a ways to the lost luggage office. The place was packed with people and there was a very long line. It all had a very Soviet-esque look to it. I saw an empty line marked as "Premier Passengers," and I went that way. There were only two people working and, ironically, everything was being done by hand, to include the use of carbon paper. I had no idea they were even making, let alone using, carbon paper anywhere in the world. These two handled luggage claims for all the airlines, rather than the airlines doing it themselves. I went through the drawn out process of describing the bags and having them start the claim. While this was going on, we had a driver waiting for us in Arrivals. I tried to call him to let him know what was happening, but I never got the call to go through. After about 45 minutes of fussing, they had our hotel information and told me the bags were arriving on the next flight from Munich, scheduled to arrive in a couple of hours. I rejoined Katherine, and she shared that more than 40 bags were not loaded onto the plane, so there were a lot of very unhappy people. In hindsight, I think there simply wasn't enough room on that small plane for all the luggage.
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| Our Small Jet for the Flight to Milan |
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| Big vs. Small |
Our driver was very understanding of our situation, so that helped. We were headed to the small town of Como, on the lake of the same name, which is about 45 minutes north of Milan. We were arriving one day early for our tour, and I was very happy to have that extra cushion, considering the luggage situation. Our hotel was right on the waterfront, on the town's main square, so the location was perfect. It was a Saturday night and the streets were packed with people. We elected to take a stroll and get dinner, planning to collapse into bed afterwards. We ate outdoors, on the lakefront, and very much enjoyed our first meal in Italy. Here, too, we get acquainted with what became our "go-to drink," which was an Aperol Spritz. In fact, we sampled half a dozen different varieties of spritzes during the tour, but those with Aperol remain our favorite.
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| View from Our Hotel Room |
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| Our Hotel in Como |
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| Lake Como |
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| Our Inaugural Spritzes |
On the walk back to the hotel, I discovered that the airport lost luggage folks had called and left a message that the flight from Munich was delayed and that it would be too late to deliver the bags all the way to Como that evening. Despite my annoyance at that news, we collapsed into bed around 10:30pm and both fell fast asleep.
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| Como at Night |