Detroit Airport

Well, I'm in Detroit. I have a three-hour layover before my flight leaves for Europe. in about three hours I'll be flying to Amsterdam before connecting to Milan. I'm a little worried because once I get to Milan, I have no more than three hours to get my luggage, get a cab, figure out how to explain to the cabbie I need to go to Milano Centrale, get a train ticket to Florence and board the train. Sounds like a tall order to someone who's never been to Europe and speaks barely a word of Italian. If I am late, then I'll probably be ok but my school group is meeting in Florence at 6pm to regroup and head to San Giovanni Valdarno, a small town South of Florence on the Arno River. If I can manage the feat, I'll be damn impressed with my abilities as a traveller.

Meanwhile, I am here waiting. It's a strange feeling often related to travel, waiting to be in a hurry to get to more waiting. I've no appetite, after an excellent homemade breakfast courtesy of my mom. But I should be getting hungry soon. There's a place called the 'On-Line Café' here, sort of like how when you get coffee at the Blue Moose or some soup and a salad at Panera Bread you get free internet access. Only their food looks lousy. As well, the airport itself has a wireless network you can use for the low, low cost of €7. Eh. I think I'll just wait. There's a black bean burger at Chili's calling my name across the way. Anyway, I'm going to watch a dvd. By the time you read this I'll be in Italy...